Stella's Birthday March 13, 1719

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, would 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.