| To Her Father with Some Verses | |
| Anne Bradstreet (1678) | |
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Most truly honoured, and as truly dear, If worth in me or ought I do appear, Who can of right better demand the same Than may your worthy self from whom it came? The principal might yield a greater sum, Yet handled ill, amounts but to this crumb; My stock’s so small I know not how to pay, My bond remains in force unto this day; Yet for part payment take this simple mite, Where nothing’s to be had, kings loose their right. Such is my debt I may not say forgive, But as I can, I’ll pay it while I live; Such is my bond, none can discharge but I, Yet paying is not paid until I die. 
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