Medieval Birthday Wish

Lo! I say me this IS a good morrow! Meaning I was able to crawl out of bed this morning. The day of your birthing, you, a wonder of procreation, It's your birthday, huh? a quintessence of delight, thou! ...and everyone's supposed to be nice to you. Lest I a flap-mouthed prattler be Dispensing unkind and windy begattings that brine the ears of all shires and good wives, Well, before I start boring you with a lot of crap... I now do in good sooth say me That to be of thine acquaintance 'tis a fine and most noble occupation. It beats wearing a paper hat to work... For thine generosity is boundless as the seas! And i'faith your worthiness, by my countenance, is past-proportion! ...and I guess you're a nice person...as far as I know, anyway. Now, 'tis time to frolic and carouse To make mirth and jest with good-faced chatmates! So...let's party! Aye, let us sit us down and eat and drink most well Of plumpy repast and frothy tankards, a most kindest cut of cake, Let's eat and drink... To a point where I fear we mayst glutton ourselves! ...till we're half stupid! For a lumpish, fly-bitten jolthead would be I And, since I don't want to be a jerk about it, were I not to send many and hearty wishings to you! let me get this over with now:"Happy Birthday!" And may you always merry be On this day, and constantly. Happy Birthday