Birth
John Milton
It was the winter wild While the Heav’n-born child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies.
John Milton
This is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heav’n’s eternal King, Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing, That He our deadly forfeit should release, And with His Father work us a perpetual peace.
William Shakespeare
The naked, poor, and mangled Peace, Dear nurse of arts, plenties, and joyful births.
Francis Bacon
What then remains but that we still should cry For being born, and, being born, to die?
Sófocles
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.
Mark Twain
Why is it that we rejoice at a birth and grieve at a funeral? It is because we are not the person involved.