If ever two were one, then surely we.
by Anne Bradstreet
If ever wife was happy in a man,
If ever man were lov’d by wife, then thee;
I prize thy love more then whole Mines of gold,
Compare with me ye women if you can.
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
Nor ought but love from thee, give recompence.
My love is such that Rivers cannot quench,
Thy love is such I can no way repay,
The heavens reward thee manifold I pray.
That when we live no more, we may live ever.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persever,
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