On the Birth-day of Miss
I.
Care, be banish'd far away —
Fly, be gone, approach not here:
Mirth , and joy , demand this day ,
Happiest day of all the year!
II.
Summers, three times sev'n have shone,
All out-shin'd, by Delia's eyes:
Winters , three times sev'n, are gone,
All whose snows , her breast supplies!
III.
Dance we, then, the chearful round,
Musick might have stay'd away;
She but speaking, organs sound:
She but smiling, angels play.
IV.
'Tis her birth-day — let it blaze!
Born to charm , and form'd for bliss :
Live she lov'd , a world of days,
Ev'ry day, as bless'd, as this,
V.
Let her beauty — not increase;
Too, too strong, already, there!
But, let heav'n augment her peace ,
'Till she's happy , as she's fair .
Care, be banish'd far away —
Fly, be gone, approach not here:
Mirth , and joy , demand this day ,
Happiest day of all the year!
II.
Summers, three times sev'n have shone,
All out-shin'd, by Delia's eyes:
Winters , three times sev'n, are gone,
All whose snows , her breast supplies!
III.
Dance we, then, the chearful round,
Musick might have stay'd away;
She but speaking, organs sound:
She but smiling, angels play.
IV.
'Tis her birth-day — let it blaze!
Born to charm , and form'd for bliss :
Live she lov'd , a world of days,
Ev'ry day, as bless'd, as this,
V.
Let her beauty — not increase;
Too, too strong, already, there!
But, let heav'n augment her peace ,
'Till she's happy , as she's fair .
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