Anne Bradstreet

Anne Bradstreet
Anne Bradstreet, née Dudley, was the most prominent of early English poets of North America and first female writer in England's North American colonies to be published. She was also a prominent Puritan figure in American Literature...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth20 March 1612
CountryUnited States of America
brain brains feeble offspring thou
Thou ill-form,d offspring of my feeble brain . . .
spring adversity winter
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.
done eternity saviour
What to my Saviour shall I giveWho freely hath done this for me?I'll serve him here whilst I shall liveAnd Loue him to Eternity
together lasts firsts
Sin and shame ever go together; he that would be freed from the last must be sure to shun the company of the first.
leadership business authority-and-power
Authority without wisdom is like a heavy ax without an edge -- fitter to bruise than polish.
greek
Let Greeks be Greeks, and women what they are.
memorable chance stolen
If what I do prove well, it won't advance. They'll say it's stolen, or else it was by chance.
kings men dust
O Time the fatal wrack of mortal things, That draws oblivion's curtains over kings; Their sumptuous monuments, men know them not, Their names without a record are forgot, Their parts, their ports, their pomps all laid in th' dust Nor wit nor gold, nor buildings scape time's rust; But he whose name is graved in the white stone Shall last and shine when all of these are gone.
hands tongue fit
I am obnoxious to each carping tongue who says my hand a needle better fits,
ignorant age youth
Youth is the time of getting, middle age of improving, and old age of spending; a negligent youth is usually attended by an ignorant middle age, and both by an empty old age.
christian adversity states
A prosperous state makes a secure Christian, but adversity makes him Consider.
hands female tongue
I am obnoxious to each carping tongue/ Who says my hand a needle better fits./ A poet's pen all scorn I should thus wrong/ For such despite they cast on female wits;/ If what I do prove well, it won't advance,/ They'll say it's stolen, or else, it was by chance.
long wickedness littles
Wickedness comes to its height by degrees. He that dares say of a less sin, Is it not a little one? will ere long say of a greater, Tush, God regards it not!
hands laborers hard
Some laborers have hard hands, and old sinners have brawny consciences.