To My Dear and Loving Husband By
Anne Bradstreet
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
Iprizethy love more than whole mines of gold,
Or all the riches thatthe Eastdoth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Noroughtbut love from thee giverecompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay;
The heavens reward theemanifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let's sopersever,
That when we live no more, we may live ever.

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