But all his bowels, coloured well, and sound. All things in peace, and Rebells throughly que. Which was not vaine, as it soon appeared: Was scarce enough, for each a draught to take. Revolts, having treasure, and people gain'd: Invades the Country, and much trouble wrought. Which none e're did but those of royall fame; And in despight of their two famous Kings. Or Severall Poems, Compiled With Great Variety of Vvit and Learning, Full of Delight: Wherein Especially Is Contained a Compleat Discourse and Description of the Four Elements, Constitutions, Ages of Man, Seasons of the Year. But on they march, through hunger, and through cold.                            Compare with me ye women if you can. Though some there be, and that more likely, write; He but four hundred thousand had to fight. The Tenth Muse, Lately Sprung Up in America book. Of this dayes cowardize, he feares the effects; They soone may come, and place one in his Throne. Are fit for such, whose eares for fables itch; Where all that doe resist, are slaughter'd down; Who had no might to save himself from wrong; But as he past, his Son, who was born dumbe. Still on his brother, casts a jealous eye. These Kings fall now afresh to warres again. In 1867, John Harvard Ellis published Bradstreet's complete works, including materials from both editions of The Tenth Muse ... as well as "Religious Experiences and Occasional Pieces" and "Meditations Divine and Morall" that had been in the possession of her son Simon Bradstreet, to whom the meditations had been dedicated on  March 20, 1664. To chear his friends, and scorn his foes the more. The Pagan Priest through hire, or else mistake. Where ninescore days, are spent in banquetting. This 'twixt the Mountains lyes (half Acre wide). That he might next now act upon the Stage, (Not suffering her to meddle in the State). Much of the work in the 1650 edition of The Tenth Muse ... suffers from being imitative and strained. So fell to him, which else it had not done: What Acts he did, time hath not now left pend. All Townes, held by his Ancestors before. That by this match he might be yet more neare. And thought the people, would more happy be, But others thought (none of the dullest braine,). In this poem, Bradstreet's voices her own values. But deafe to reason, (bent to have his will;). Down from the mountains twenty thousand came. This fraud, in war, nor peace, at all appears; It is more like, being with pleasures fed. 'T would be no pleasant, but a tedious thing. Did then incite, them to regain their own. And all of Royal bloud that came to hand. Which makes the world of differences so ful. Great recompence, in's thoughts, he did propose; But some detesting, this his wicked fact. Their Crownes, their Titles, riches beares by force. Such torments great, as wit could first invent, Or flesh, or life could bear, till both were spent. Such as nor threats, nor favour could acquire; When victor oft had been, and so might still. Now makes this King, his vertues all to drown. In an ironic and often-quoted passage of "The Prologue," she asks for the domestic herbs "Thyme or Parsley wreath," instead of the traditional laurel, thereby appearing to subordinate herself to male writers and critics: Let Greeks be Greeks, and women what they are He was both valiant, faithfull, patient, wise. Which of his Ancestors was once the throne. The Queen to meet her, bravely marched on; But when her Souldiers saw their ancient Queen. The Sea firm Land, whereon the Army past, And took the wealthy town, but all the gain. … Off flyes his head, down showres his frolick bloud. Three hundred thousand men, here day, by day; Bestow'd their labour, and receiv'd their pay. At last his Uncle, did his death conspire. In these quaternions Bradstreet demonstrates a mastery of physiology, anatomy, astronomy, Greek metaphysics, and the concepts of medieval and Renaissance cosmology. Also a dialogue between Old England and New, concerning the late troubles.