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The day that gave Eliza breath,
May give ten thousand swains their death.
Why then, fond youth! so wond'rous gay,
Is this a fit rejoycing day?
As well might Priam 's subjects load
The altars of their guardian God:
As well express untimely Joy,
At the great birth-day of the Boy
Whom fate ordain'd to fire their Trey .
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