Stellas Birthday

Stellas BirthdayStella 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 splitThy beauty, size, and years, and wit;No age could furnish out a pairOf