A Letter to Her Husband - by Anne Bradstreet

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 lie?

Before the Birth of One of Her Children - by Anne Bradstreet

All things within this fading world hath end,

Adversity doth still our joys attend; 

No ties so strong, no friends so dear and sweet,

But with death's parting blow are sure to meet.

To My Dear and Loving Husband - Anne Bradstreet

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.