Anne Bradstreet Poems To My Dear and Loving Husband by Anne Bradstreet If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, than thee; 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; Verses upon the Burning of our House, July 10th, 1666 by Anne Bradstreet In silent night when rest I took, For sorrow near I did not look,