Best Quotes by Anne Bradstreet (Top 10)
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Sweet words are like honey, a little may refresh, but too much gluts the stomach.
Anne Bradstreet
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Authority without wisdom is like a heavy ax without an edge — fitter to bruise than polish.
Anne Bradstreet
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If we had not winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
Anne Bradstreet
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If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.
Anne Bradstreet
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If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee; If ever wife was happy in a man, Compare with me, ye women, if you can I prize thy love more than whole mines of Gold. Or all the riches that the East doth hold. My love is such that rivers cannot quench, Nor ought but love from thee, give recompense. Thy love is such I can no way repay, The heavens reward thee manifold repay, Then while we live, in love let's so persevere That when we live no more, we may live ever.
Anne Bradstreet
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Wisdom with an inheritance is good, but wisdom without an inheritance is better than an inheritance without wisdom.
Anne Bradstreet
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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.
Anne Bradstreet
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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
Anne Bradstreet
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There is no object that we see; no action that we do; no good that we enjoy; no evil that we feel, or fear, but we may make some spiritual advantage of all: and he that makes such improvement is wise, as well as pious.
Anne Bradstreet
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That when we live no more, We may live ever
Anne Bradstreet
More Anne Bradstreet Quotes
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If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.
Anne Bradstreet
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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.
Anne Bradstreet
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Youth is the time of getting, middle age of improving, and old age of spending.
Anne Bradstreet
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Let Greeks be Greeks, and women what they are.
Anne Bradstreet