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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357287" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On My Wife's Birth-Day</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis Nancy's birth-day--raise your strains, <br>Ye nymphs of the Parnassian plains, <br>And sing with more than usual glee <br>To Nancy, who was born for me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tell the blythe Graces as they bound, <br>Luxuriant in the buxom round; <br>They're not more elegantly free, <br>Than Nancy, who was born for me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tell royal Venus, tho' she rove, <br>The queen of the immortal grove, <br>That she must share her golden fee <br>With Nancy, who was born for me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tell Pallas, tho' th'Athenian school, <br>And ev'ry trite pedantic fool, <br>On her to place the palm agree, <br>'Tis Nancy's, who was born for me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tell spotless Dian, tho' she range, <br>The regent of the up-land grange, <br>In chastity she yields to thee, <br>O Nancy, who was born for me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tell Cupid, Hymen, and tell Jove, <br>With all the pow'rs of life and love, <br>That I'd disdain to breathe or be, <br>If Nancy was not born for me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Christopher+Smart">Christopher Smart</a><div class=q>
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Ye nymphs of the Parnassian plains, 
And sing with more than usual glee 
To Nancy, who was born for me. 

Tell the blythe Graces as they bound, 
Luxuriant in the buxom round; 
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