To all you’ve said, sad mother, I assent.
Your fearful sins great cause there‘s to lament.
My guilty hands (in part) hold up with you,
A sharer in your punishment’s my due.
But all you say amounts to this effect,
Not what you feel, but what you do expect.
Pray, in plain terms, what is your present grief?
Then let’s join heads and hands for your relief.
by Anne Bradstreet, 1642