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