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A29149	Several poems compiled with great variety of wit and learning, full of delight wherein especially is contained a compleat discourse, and description of the four elements, constitutions, ages of man, seasons of the year, together with an exact epitome of the three by a gentlewoman in New-England.; Tenth muse lately sprung up in America	Bradstreet, Anne, 1612?-1672.	1678 (1678)	Wing B4166; ESTC R22624	114,811	269

State Plotted and acted so that none can tell VVho gave the counsel but the Prince of hell Three hundred thousand slaughtered innocents By bloudy Popish hellish miscreants Oh may you live and so you will I trust To see them swill in bloud untill they burst I 've seen a King by force thrust from his throne And an Usurper subt'ly mount thereon I 've seen a state unmoulded rent in twain But ye may live to see 't made up again I 've seen it plunder'd taxt and soak'd in bloud But out of evill you may see much good What are my thoughts this is no time to say Men may more freely speak another day These are no old-wives tales but this is truth We old men love to tell what 's done in youth But I return from whence I stept awry My memory is bad my brain is dry Mine Almond tree grey hairs doe flourish now And back once straight apace begins to bow My grinders now are few my sight doth ●ail My skin is wrinkled and my cheeks are pale No more rejoyce at musicks pleasing noise But waking glad to hear the cocks shrill voice I cannot scent savours of pleasant meat Nor sapors find in what I drink or eat My arms and hands once strong have lost their might I cannot labour much less can I fight My comely legs as nimble as the Roe Now stiff and numb can hardly creep or goe My heart sometimes as fierce as Lion bold Now trembling is all fearful sad and cold My golden Bowl and silver Cord e're long Shall both be broke by racking death so strong Then shall I go whence I shall come no more Sons Nephews leave my farewel to deplore In pleasures and in labours I have found That Earth can give no consolation found To great to rich to poor to young to old To mean to noble fearful or to bold From King to begger all degrees shall find But vanity vexation of the mind Yea knowing much the pleasants life of all Hath yet among those sweets some bitter gall Though reading others works doth much refresh Yet studying much brings weariness to th' flesh My studies labours readings all are done And my last period now ev'n almost run Corruption my Father I do call Mother and Sisters both the worms that crawle In my dark house such kindred I have store Where I shall rest till heavens shall be no more And when this flesh shall rot and be consum'd This body by this Soul shall be assum'd And I shall see with these same very eyes My strong Redeemer coming in the Skies Triumph I shall o're sin o're death o're Hell And in that hope I bid you all farewel The four Seasons of the Year Spring ANother four I 've left yet to bring on 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 revive the nummed earth from death Three months quoth she are ' lotted to my share March April May of all the rest most fair Tenth of the first Sol into Aries enters And bids defiance to all tedious winters Crosseth the Line and equals night and day Stil adds to th' last til after pleasant May And now makes glad the darkned northern wights Who for some months have seen but starry lights Now goes the Plow-man to his merry toyle He might unloose his winter locked soyl The Seeds-man too doth lavish out his grain In hope the more he casts the more to gain The Gardner now superfluous branches lops And poles erects for his young clambring hops Now digs then sowes his herbs his flowers root● And carefully manure his trees of fruits The Pl●●ades their influence now give And all that seem'd as dead afresh doth live The croaking frogs whom nipping winter kil'd Like birds now chirp and hop about the field The Nightingale the black-bird and the ●hrush Now tune their layes on sprayes of every bush The wanton frisking Kid and soft-fleec'd Lambs Do jump and play before their feeding Dams The tender tops of budding grass they crop They joy in what they have but more in hope For though the frost hath lost his binding power Yet many a fleece of snow and stormy shower Doth darken Sol's bright eye makes us remember The pinching North-west wind of cold December My second moneth is April green and fair Of longer dayes and a more temperate Air The Sun in Taurus keeps his residence And with his warmer beams glanceth from thence This is the month whose fruitful showrs produces All set and sown for all delights and uses The Pear the Plum and Apple-tree now flourish The grass grows long the hungry beast to nourish The Primrose pale and azure violet Among the vir●uous grass hath nature set That when the Sun on 's Love the earth doth shine These might as lace set out her garment fine The fearfull bird his little house now builds In trees and walls in Cities and in fields The outside strong the inside warm and neat A natural Artificer compleat The clocking hen her chirping chickins leads With wings beak defends them from the gleads My next and last is fruitfull pleasant May Wherein the earth is clad in rich aray The Sun now enters loving Gemini And heats us with the glances of his eye Our thicker rayment makes us lay aside Lest by his fervor we be torrifi'd All flowers the Sun now with his beams discloses Except the double pinks and matchless Roses Now swarms the busy witty honey-Bee VVhose praise deserves a page from more then me The cleanly Huswifes Da●y's now in th' prime Her shelves and firkins fill'd for winter time The meads with Cowslips Honey-suckles dight One hangs his head the other stands upright But both rejoyce at th' heavens clear smiling face More at her showers which water them a space For fruits my Season yields the early Cherry The hasty Peas and wholsome cool Strawberry More solid fruits require a longer time Each Season hath his fruit so hath each Clime Each man his own peculiar excellence But none in all that hath preheminence Sweet fragrant Spring with thy short pittance fly Let some describe thee better then can I. Yet above all this priviledg is thine Thy dayes still lengthen without least decline Summer When Spring had done the Summer did begin With melted tauny face and garments thin Resembling Fire Choler and Middle age As Spring did Air Blood Youth in 's equipage Wiping the sweat from of her face that ran With hair all wet she puffing thus began Bright June July and August hot are mi●e In 'th first Sol doth in crabbed Cancer shine His progress to the North now 's fully done Then retrograde must be my burning Sun Who to

My high-born soul so straightly was confin'd That its own worth it did not know nor mind This little house of flesh did spacious count Through ignorance all troubles did surmount Yet this advantage had mine ignorance Freedom from envy and from arrogance How to be rich or great I did not cark A Baron or a Duke ne'r made my mark Nor studious was Kings ●avours how to buy With costly presence or base flattery No office coveted wherein I might Make strong my self and turn aside weak right No malice bare to this or that great Peer Nor unto buzzing whisperers gave ear I gave no hand nor vote for death or life I 'd nought to do 'twixt King and peoples strife No Statist I nor Martilist in 'th field Where ere I went mine innocence was shield My quarrels not for Diadems did rise But for an apple plum or some such prize My strokes did ' cause no blood no wounds or skars My little wrath did end soon as my Warrs My Duel was no challeng nor did seek My foe should weltring in his bowels reek I had no suits at law neighbours to vex Nor evidence for lands did me perplex I fear'd no storms nor all the wind that blowes I had no ships at sea nor fraights to loose I fear'd no drought nor wet I had no crop Nor yet on future things did set my hope This was mine innocence but ah the seeds Lay raked up of all the cursed weeds Which sprouted forth in mine ensuing age As he can tel that next comes on the stage But yet let me relate before I go The sins and dangers I am subject to Stained from birth with Adams sinfull fact Thence I began to sin as soon as act A perverse will a love to what 's forbid A serpents sting in pleasing face lay hid A lying tongue as soon as it could speak And fifth Commandment do daily break Oft stubborn peevish sullen pout and cry Then nought can please and yet I know not why As many are my sins so dangers too For sin brings sorrow sickness death and woe And though I miss the tossings of the mind Yet griefs in my frail flesh I still do find VVhat gripes of wind mine infancy did pain VVhat tortures I in breeding teeth sustain VVhat crudityes my stomack cold ' hath bred VVhence vomits flux and worms have issued VVhat breaches knocks and falls I daily have And some perhaps I carry to my grave Sometimes in fire sometimes in water fall Strangly presev'd yet mind it not at all At home abroad my dangers manifold That wonder t is my glass till now doth hold I 've done unto my elders I give way For t is but little that a child can say Youth My goodly cloathing and my beauteous skin Declare some greater riches are within But what is best I 'le first present to view And then the worst in a more ugly hue For thus to doe we on this stage assemble Then let not him that hath most craft dissemble My education and my learning such As might my self and others profit much VVith nurture trained up in virtues schools Of science arts and tongues I know the rules The manners of the court I also know And so likewise what they in 'th Country doe The brave attempts of valiant knights I prize That dare scale walls and sorts rear'd to the skies The s●orting Horse the trumpet Drum I like The glitt'ring sword the Pistol and the Pike I cannot lye intrench'd before a town No● wait till good success our hopes doth crown I scorn the heavy Corslet musket-proof I fly to catch the bullet that 's aloof Though thus in field at home to all most kind So affable that I can suit each mind I can insinuate into the breast And by my mirth can raise the heart deprest Sweet musick raps my brave harmonious soul My high thoughts elevate beyond the pole My wit my bounty and my courtesie Make all to place their future hopes on me This is my best but Youth is known Alas To be as wild as is the snuffing Ass As vain as froth or vanity can be That who would see vain man may look on me My gifts abus●d my education lost My wofull Parents longing hopes are crost My wit evaporates in merriment My valour in some beastly quarrell 's spent My lust doth hurry me to all that 's ill I know no law nor reason but my will Sometimes lay wait to take a wealthy purse Or stab the man in 's own defence that 's worse Sometimes I cheat unkind a female heir Of all at once who not so wise as fair Trusteth my loving looks and glozing tongue Untill her friends treasure and honour 's gone Sometimes I sit carousing others health Untill mine own be gone my wit and wealth● From pipe to pot from pot to words and blows For he that loveth wine wanteth no woes Whole nights with Ruffins Roarers Fidlers spend To all obscenity mine ears I lend All Counsell hate which tends to make me wise And dearest friends count for mine enemies If any care I take t is to be fine For sure my suit more then my virtues shine If time from leud Companions I can spare 'T is spent to curle and pounce my new bought hair Some new Adonis I do strive to be Sardanapalus n●w survives in me Cards Dice and Oathes concomitant I love To playes to masques to ●averns still I move And in a word if what I am you 'd hear Seek out a Brittish bruitish Cavaleer Such wretch such Monster am I but yet more I have no heart at all this to deplore Remembring not the dreadfull day of doom Nor yet that heavy reckoning soon to come Though dangers do attend me every hour And gastly Death oft threats me with his power Sometimes by wounds in idle Combates taken Sometimes with Agues all my body shaken Sometimes by fevers all my moisture drinking My heart lies frying mine eyes are sinking Sometimes the Quinsey painfull Pleurisie With sad affrighrs of death doth menace me Sometimes the two fold Pox me sore be marrs With outward marks inward loathsome scarrs Sometimes the Phrenzy strangly mads my brain That oft for it in Bedlam I remain Too many my diseases to recite That wonder t is I yet behold the light That yet my bed in darkness is not made And I in black oblivions Den now laid Of aches full my bones of woe my heart Clapt in that prison never thence to start Thus I have said and what I 've been you see Childhood and Youth are vain ye vanity Middle Age. Childhood and Youth forgot I've sometimes seen And now am grown more staid who have bin green What they have done the same was done by me As was their praise or shame so mine must be Now age is more more good you may expect But more mine age the more is my defect When my wild oates were sown ripe and mown I then receiv'd an harvest of mine

after death might make him falsly seem Such as in life no man could justly deem Well known and lov'd where ere he liv'd by most Both in his native and in foreign coast These to the world his merits could make known So needs no Testimonial from his own But now or never I must pay my Sum While others tell his worth I 'le not be dumb One of thy Founders him New-England know Who staid thy feeble sides when thou wast low Who spent his state his strength years with care That After-comers in them might have share True Patriot of this little Commonweal Who is' t can tax thee ought but for thy zeal Truths friend thou wert to errors still a foe Which caus'd Apostates to maligne so Thy love to true Religion e're shall shine My Fathers God be God of me and mine Upon the earth he did not build his nest But as a Pilgrim what he had possest High thoughts he gave no harbour in his heart Nor honours pufft him up when he had part Those titles loath'd which some too much do love For truly his ambition lay above His humble mind so lov'd humility He left it to his race for Legacy And oft and oft with speeches mild and wise Gave his in charge that Jewel rich to prize No ostentation seen in a●l his wayes As in the mean ones of our foolish dayes Which all they have and more still set to view Their greatness may be judg'd by what they shew His thoughts were more sublime his actions wise Such vanityes he justly did despise Nor wonder 't was low things ne'r much did move For he a Mansion had prepar'd above For which he sigh'd and pray'd long'd full sore He might be cloath'd upon for evermore Oft spake of death and with a smiling chear He did exult his end was drawing near Now fully ripe as shock of wheat that 's grown Death as a Sickle hath him timely mown And in celestial Barn ●ath hous'd him high Where storms nor showrs nor ought can damnifie His Generation serv'd his labours cease And to his Fathers gathered is in peace Ah happy Soul ' mongst Saints and Angels blest VVho after all his toyle is now at rest His hoary head in righteousness was found As joy in heaven on earth let praise resound Forgotten never be his memory His blessing rest on his posterity His pious Footsteps followed by his race At last will bring us to that happy place Where we with joy each others face shall see And parted more by death shall never be His Epitaph Within this Tomb a Patriot lyes That was both pious just and wise To Truth a shield to right a Wall To Sectaryes a whip and Maul A Magazine of History A Prizer of good Company In manners pleasant and severe The Good him lov'd the bad did fear And when his time with years was spent If some rejoyc'd more did lament An EPITAPH On my dear and ever honoured Mother Mrs. Dorothy Dudley Who deceased Decemb. 27. 1643. and of her age 61 Here lyes A Worthy Matron of unspotted life A loving Mother and obedient wife A friendly Neighbor pitiful to poor Whom oft she fed and clothed with her store To Servants wisely aweful but yet kind And as they did so they reward did find A true Instructor of her Family The which she ordered with dexterity The publick meetings ever did frequent And in her Closet constant hours she spent Religious in all her words and wayes Preparing still for death till end of dayes Of all her Children Children liv'd to see Then dying left a blessed memory CONTEMPLATIONS SOme time now past in the Autumnal Tide When Phoebus wanted but one hour to bed The trees all richly clad yet void of pride Where gilded o're by his rich golden head Their leaves fruits seem'd painted but was true Of green of red of yellow mixed hew Rapt were my sences at this delectable view 2 I wist not what to wish yet sure thought I If so much excellence abide below How excellent is he that dwells on high Whose power and beauty by his works we know Sure he is goodness wisdome glory light That hath this under world so richly dight More Heaven then Earth was here no winter no night 3 Then on a stately Oak I cast mine Eye Whose ruffling top the Clouds seem'd to aspire How long since thou wast in thine Infancy Thy strength and stature more thy years admire Hath hundred winters past since thou wast born● Or thousand since thou brakest thy shell of horn If so all these as nought Eternity doth scorn 4 Then higher on the glistering Sun I gaz'd Whose beams was shaded by the leavie Tree The more I look'd the more I grew amaz'd And softly said what glory 's like to thee Soul of this world this Universes Eye No wonder some made thee a Deity Had I not better known alas the same had I. 5 Thou as a Bridegroom from thy Chamber r●●hes And as a strong man joyes to run a race The morn doth usher thee with smiles blushes The Earth reflects her glances in thy face Birds insects Animals with Vegative Thy heart from death and dulness doth revive And in the darksome womb of fruitful nature dive 6 Thy swift Annual and diurnal Course Thy daily streight and yearly oblique path Thy pleasing fervor and thy scorching force All mortals here the feeling knowledg hath Thy presence makes it day thy absence night Quaternal Seasons caused by thy might Hail Creature full of sweetness beauty delight 7 Art thou so full of glory that no Eye Hath strength thy ●hining Rayes once to behold And is thy splendid Throne erect so high As to approach it can no earthly mould How full of glory then must thy Creator be Who gave this bright light luster unto thee Admir'd ador'd for ever be that Majesty 8 Silent alone where none or saw or heard In pathless paths I lead my wandring feet My humble Eyes to lofty Skyes I rear'd To sing some Song my mazed Muse thought meet My great Creator I would magnifie That nature had thus decked liberally But Ah and Ah again my imbecility 9 I heard the merry grashopper then sing The black clad Cricket bear a second part They kept one tune and plaid on the same string Seeming to glory in their little Art Shall Creatures abject thus their voices raise And in their kind resound their makers praise Whilst I as mute can warble forth no higher layes 10 When present times look back to Ages past And men in being fancy those are dead It makes things gone perpetually to last And calls back moneths and years that long since fled It makes a man more aged in conceit Then was Methusilah or 's grand-sire great While of their persons their acts his mind doth treat 11 Sometimes in Eden fair he seems to be Sees glorious Adam there made Lord of all Fancyes the Apple dangle on the Tree That turn'd his

shall sade Nor death shall see but are immortal made This pearl of price this tree of l●●e this spring Who is possessed of shall reign a King Nor change of state nor cares shall ever see But wear his crown unto eternity This satiates the Soul this stayes the mind And all the rest but Vanity we find FINIS The Author to her Book THou ill-form'd offspring of my feeble brain Who after birth did'st by my side remain Till snatcht from thence by friends less wise then true Who thee abroad expos'd to publick view Ma●e thee in raggs halting to th' press to trudg Where errors were not lessened all may judg At thy return my blushing was not small My rambling brat in print should mother call I cast thee by as one unfit for light Thy Visage was so irksome in my sight Yet being mine own at length affection would Thy blemishes amend if so I could I wash'd thy face but more defects I saw And rubbing off a spot still made a flaw I stretcht thy joynts to make thee even feet Yet still thou run'st more hobling then is meet In better dress to trim thee was my mind But nought save home-spun Cloth i' th' house I find In this array ' mongst Vulgars mayst thou roam In Criticks hands beware thou dost not come And take thy way where yet thou art not known If for thy Father askt say thou hadst none And for thy Mother she alas is poor Which caus'd her thus to send thee out of door Several other Poems made by the Author upon Diverse Occasions were found among her Papers after her Death which she never ●ednt should come to publick view amongst which these following at the desire of s●me friends that knew her well are 〈◊〉 ins●rted Upon a Fit of Sickness Anno. 1632. A●tat●s suae 10. TWice ten years old not sully told Since nature gave me breath My race is run my thread is spun lo here is fatal Death All men must dye and so must I this cannot be revok'd For Adams sake this word God spake when he so high provok'd Yet live I shall this life 's but small in place of highest bliss Where I shall have all I can crave no life is like to this For what 's this life but care and strife since first we came from womb Our strength doth waste our time doth hast and then we go to th' Tomb. O Bubble blast how long can'st last that alwayes art a breaking No sooner blown bu● dead and gone ev'n as a word that 's speaking O whil'st I live this grace me give I doing good may be Then deaths arrest I shall count best because it 's thy decree Bestow much cost there 's nothing lost to make Salvation sure O great 's the gain though got with pain comes by profession pure The race is ran the field is won the victory 's mine I see For ever know thou envious foe the soyle belongs to thee Vpon some distemper of body In anguish of my heart repleat with woes And wasting pains which best my body knows In tossing slumbers on my wakeful bed Bedrencht with tears that slow'd from mournful head Till nature had exhausted all her store Then eyes lay dry disabled to weep more And looking up unto his Throne on high Who sendeth help to those in misery He chac'd away those clouds and let me see My Anchor cast i' th' vale with safety He eas'd my Soul of woe my flesh of pain And brought me to the shore from troubled Main All things within this fading world hath end Adversity doth still our joyes a●●end No tyes so strong no friends so dear and sweet But with deaths parting blow is sure to meet The sentence past is most irrovocable A common thing yet oh inevitable How soon my Dear death may my steps attend How soon't may be thy L●t to ●ose thy friend We both are ignorant yet love bi●s me These farewell lines to recommend to thee That when that knot ●s unty●e that made us one I may seem thine who in effect am none And ill see not half my daye that 's due What ●●ture would God grant to yours and you The many faults that well you know I have Let be in●err'd in my oblivions grave Many worth or virtue were in me Let that live freshly in thy memory And when thou feel'st no grief as I no harms Yet love thy dead who long lay in thine arms And when thy loss shall be repaid with ga●ns Look to my little babes my dear remains And if thou love thy self or lovedst me These O protect from step Dames injury And if chance to thine eyes shall bring this verse With some sad sighs honour my absent Herse And kiss this paper for thy loves dea● sake Who with salt tears this last Farewel did take A. B. To my Dear and loving Husband 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 then 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 recompence Thy love is such I can no way repay The heavens reward thee manifold I pray Then while we live in love lets so persever That when we live no more we may live ever A Letter to her Husband absent upon Publick employment My head my heart mine Eyes my life nay more My joy my Magazine of earthly store If two be one as surely thou and I How stayest thou there whilst I at Ipswich lye So many steps head from the heart to sever If but a neck soon should we be together I like the earth this season mourn in black My Sun is gone so far in 's Zodiack Whom whilst I'joy'd nor storms nor frosts I felt His warmth such frigid colds did cause to melt My chilled limbs now nummed lye forlor● Return return sweet Sol from Capricorn In this dead time alas what can I more Then view those fruits which through thy heat I bore Which sweet contentment yield me for a space True living Pictures of their Fathers face O strange effect now thou art Southward gone I weary grow the tedious d●y so long But when thou Northward to me shalt return I wish my Sun may never set but burn Within the Cancer of my glowing breast The welcome house of him my dearest guest Where ever ever stay and go not thence Till natures sad decree shall call thee hence Flesh of thy flesh bone of thy bone I here thou there yet both but one A. B. Another Phoebus make haste the day 's too long be gone The silent night 's the fittest time for moan But stay this once unto my suit give ear And tell my griefs in either Hemisphere And if the whirling of thy wheels don't drown'd The woful accents of my doleful sound If in thy swift