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.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold
Or all the riches thatthe East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Then while we live, in love let's so persevere