Anne Bradstreet

Spring.

Of four times four the last Quaternion,The Winter, Summer, Autumn & the Spring,In season all these Seasons I shall bring:Sweet Spring like man in his Minority,At present claim’d, and had priority.With smiling face and garments somewhat green,She trim’d her locks, which late had frosted been,Nor hot nor cold, she spake, but with a breath,Fit to…

No sooner come, but gone, and fal’n asleep,

Three flours, two searcely blown, the last i’th’ bud,Cropt by th’Almighties hand; yet is he good,With dreadful awe before him let’s be mute,Such was his will, but why, let’s not dispute,With humble hearts and mouths put in the dust,Let’s say he’s merciful as well as just.He will return, and make up all our losses,And smile…

Proem.

1.2 Yet thy loud Herald Fame, doth to the sky1.3 Thy wondrous worth proclaim, in every clime,1.4 And so has vow’d, whilst there is world or time.1.5 So great’s thy glory, and thine excellence,1.6 The sound thereof raps every human sense1.7 That men account it no impiety1.8 To say thou wert a fleshly Deity.1.9 Thousands…