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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Restoration Verse. 1910.

On My Birthday

Matthew Prior (1664–1721)

I, MY dear, was born to-day,

So all my jolly comrades say;

They bring me music, wreaths, and mirth,

And ask to celebrate my birth:

Little, alas! my comrades know

That I was born to pain and woe;

To thy denial, to thy scorn,

Better I had ne’er been born:

I wish to die, even whilst I say,

‘I, my dear, was born to-day.’

I, my dear, was born to-day,

Shall I salute the rising ray?

Well-spring of all my joy and woe,

Clotilda, thou alone dost know.

Shall the wreath surround my hair?

Or shall the music please my ear?

Shall I my comrades’ mirth receive,

And bless my birth, and wish to live?

Then let me see great Venus chase

Imperious anger from thy face;

Then let me hear thee smiling say,

‘Thou, my dear, wert born to-day.’