I am obnoxious to each carping tongue/ Who says my hand a needle better fits./ A poet's pen all scorn I should thus wrong/ For such despite they cast on female wits;/ If what I do prove well, it won't advance, / They'll say it's stolen, or else, it was by chance. Anne Bradstreet
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John Donne wrote this in 1624 when he was in his early twenties. He was a poet and a member of the group called the “Donne Circle.” He was also in love with one of the members, Anne More, who is referred in this quote. When people say they don’t like your work or that you can’t write poetry, it is possible that they don’t understand what poetry is and how it should be written. This is just another example of why doing what you love will bring you great joy and success.

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