While no baseness in my breast I find,
I have not lost the birthright of my mind.
Dryden.
They tell me ’tis my birthday, and I’ll keep it
With double pomp of sadness;
’Tis what the day deserves which brought me forth.
Dryden.
Mysterious love! that thou must recommence
Life and existence, and be born anew,
Born both of water and of spirit, whence