Which in another thou wert first to praise.
Ar. Alas for me, for thee and for our children,
Who, being our being, having all our having,
If they fare ill, our pride lies in the dust.
In. O deem not a man’s children are but those
Out of his loins engendered—our spirit’s love
Hath such prolific consequence, that Virtue
Cometh of ancestry more pure than blood, 990
And counts her seed as sand upon the shore.
Happy is he whose body’s sons proclaim