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I would to God thou wert mine own good son

Thy face is fair, thy body strong and pure,

Thy spirit nobly high, thy deeds well done,

Thy heart well set to love and to endure.

'Tis such a fearless boy I would beget,

To give the venerable world its due;

Yea, to be bold and lovely ere I set,

To take the time, and mould what shall ensue.

I would thou wert the fruit of my best hour,

So that I might bequeathe thee my strong fire;

But I am like to die before my flower

And lose inheritors for my desire.

O if thou wert mine own, I had this boast;

Therefore I love thee better than thou know'st.