Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours, Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace, And glut thyself with what thy womb devours Which is no more than what is false and vain, And merely mortal dross: So little is our loss!

Settlement of the fertilized ovum in the womb introduces into the system new secretions, new substances which are partly male in origin, since the ovum contains within it the substance of the male sperm which has penetrated it.

From the direct evidence of our senses (namely, manual exploration of the infected womb, and the stench of the exuding discharge) we know that we have in the interior of the womb matter in a state of putrescence.

When the ovaries are removed, there occurs an atrophy of the womb muscle, due to loss of this tonic substance.

Here will I seal the children that are born, From wombs unconsecrate, even when their soul Has her infusion, it registers they are foul, And shrinks to dwell with them, and in my close I'll show the world, that such abortive men Knit hands without free tongues, look red like them Stand you and you to acts most tragical: Heaven has dry eyes, when sin makes sinners fall.