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In heaven's name, leadst thou yet a childless life?

Childless am I by some divine one's will.

Hast thou a wife, or knowst no marriage-bed?

I am not unharnessed to the marriage yoke.

What then did Phœbus speak concerning sons?

Words subtler than a man can puzzle out.

Fits it I learn the sentence of the gods?

Surely—the more that it needs crafty wit.

What then declared he? Speak, if I may hear.

I might not loose the wine-bag's jutting foot.