Three other friends add their testimony before we come to the dedication.
Upon the Author.
'Twere extream folly should I dare attempt,
To praise this Author's worth with complement;
None but herself must dare commend her parts,
Whose sublime brain's the Synopsis of Arts.
Nature and Skill, here both in one agree,
To frame this Master-piece of Poetry:
False Fame, belye their Sex no more, it can
Surpass, or parrallel the best of Man.
Another to Miss Anne Bradstreet,
Author of this Poem.
I've read your Poem (Lady) and admire,
Your Sex to such a pitch should e're aspire;
Go on to write, continue to relate,
New Historyes, of Monarchy and State:
And what the Romans to their Poets gave,
Be sure such honour, and esteem you'l have.
An Anagram.
Anna Bradstreet.Deer neat An Bartas
So Bartas like thy fine spun Poems been,
That Bartas name will prove an Epicene.
Another.
Anna Bradstreet.Artes bred neat An.
There follows, what can only be defined as a gushing tribute from John Rogers, also metrical, though this was not included until the second edition.
