STELLA
this Day is thirty four,
(We
shan't dispute a Year or more)
However
Stella, be not troubled,
Although
thy Size and Years are doubled,
Since
first I saw Thee at Sixteen
The
brightest Virgin on the Green,
So
little is thy Form declin'd
Made
up so largely in thy Mind.
Oh,
woud it please the Gods to split
Thy
Beauty, Size, and Years, and Wit,
No
Age could furnish out a Pair
Of
Nymphs so graceful, Wise and fair
With
half the Lustre of your Eyes,
With
half your Wit, your Years and Size:
And
then before it grew too late,
How
should I beg of gentle Fate,
(That
either Nymph might have her Swain,)
To
split my Worship too in twain.