|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|He is born naked, and falls a whining at the first.|
BurtonAnatomy of Melancholy. Pt. I. Sec. II. Mem. 3. Subsect. 10.
|Esaw selleth his byrthright for a messe of potage.|
Chapter heading of the Genevan version and Matthews Bible of Genesis XXV. (Not in authorized version.)
|A birthday:and now a day that rose|
With much of hope, with meaning rife
A thoughtful day from dawn to close:
The middle day of human life.
Jean IngelowA Birthday Walk.
|And show me your nest with the young ones in it,|
I will not steal them away;
I am old! you may trust me, linnet, linnet
I am seven times one to-day.
Jean IngelowSongs of Seven. Seven Times One.
|As this auspicious day began the race|
Of evry virtue joind with evry grace;
May you, who own them, welcome its return,
Till excellence, like yours, again is born.
The years we wish, will half your charms impair;
The years we wish, the better half will spare;
The victims of your eyes will bleed no more,
But all the beauties of your mind adore.
JeffreyMiscellanies. To a Lady on her Birthday.
|Believing hear, what you deserve to hear:|
Your birthday as my own to me is dear.
Blest and distinguished days! which we should prize
The first, the kindest bounty of the skies.
But yours gives most; for mine did only lend
Me to the world; yours gave to me a friend.
MartialEpigrams. Bk. IX. Ep. 53.
|My birthday!what a different sound|
That word had in my youthful ears;
And how each time the day comes round,
Less and less white its mark appears.
| Lest, selling that noble inheritance for a poor mess of perishing pottage, you never enter into His eternal rest.|
PennNo Cross no Crown. Pt. II. Ch. XX. Sec. XXIII.
| Man alone at the very moment of his birth, cast naked upon the naked earth, does she abandon to cries and lamentations.|
Pliny The ElderNatural History. Bk. VII. Sec. II.
|Is that a birthday? tis, alas! too clear;|
Tis but the funeral of the former year.
PopeTo Mrs. M. B. L. 9.
| The dew of thy birth is of the womb of the morning.|
The Psalter. Psalms. CX. 3.
| Do you know who made you? Nobody, as I knows on, said the child, with a short laugh. The idea appeared to amuse her considerably; for her eyes twinkled, and she added|
I spect I growed. Dont think nobody never made me.
Harriet Beecher StoweUncle Toms Cabin. Ch. XXI.
| As some divinely gifted man,|
Whose life in low estate began,
And on a simple village green;
Who breaks his births invidious bar.
TennysonIn Memoriam. Canto 64.
| When I was born I drew in the common air, and fell upon the earth, which is of like nature, and the first voice which I uttered was crying, as all others do.|
Wisdom of Solomon. VII. 3.