Birth

My mother groan’d! my father wept. Into the dangerous world I leapt: Helpless, naked, piping loud, Like a fiend hid in a cloud.

Out of one man a race Of men innumerable.

Hail wedded love, mysterious law, true source Of human offspring.

Macduff was from his mother’s womb Untimely ripp’d.

When we are born, we cry that we are come To this great stage of fools.

The naked, poor, and mangled Peace, Dear nurse of arts, plenties, and joyful births.

A grievous burden was thy birth to me; Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy.

What then remains but that we still should cry For being born, and, being born, to die?

Not to be born surpasses thought and speech. The second best is to have seen the light And then to go back quickly whence we came.

A baby is an inestimable blessing and bother.

Why is it that we rejoice at a birth and grieve at a funeral? It is because we are not the person involved.

The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why .

The human bird shall take his first flight, filling the world with amazement, all writings with his fame, and bringing eternal glory to the nest whence he sprang.