Birthday

“All the world's a birthday cake, / So take a piece but not too much.”

“A birthday:—and now a day that rose The middle day of human life.”

“As this auspicious day began the raceBut all the beauties of your mind adore.”

“Believing hear, what you deserve to hear:Me to the world; yours gave to me a friend.”

“My birthday!—what a different sound Less and less white its mark appears.”

“Is that a birthday? 'tis, alas! too clear;'Tis but the funeral of the former year.”