Anne Bradstreet: To Her Father with Some Verses

To Her Father with Some Verses

 Most truly honoured, and as truly dear,  If worth in me or ought I do appear,  Who can of right better demand the same  Than may your worthy self from whom it came?  The principal might yield a greater sum,  Yet handled ill, amounts but to this crumb;  My stock's so small I know not how to pay,  My bond remains in force unto this day;  Yet for part payment take this simple mite,  Where nothing's to be had, kings loose their right.  Such is my debt I may not say forgive,  But as I can, I'll pay it while I live;  Such is my bond, none can discharge but I,  Yet paying is not paid until I die.