Fine madam Would-Be, wherefore should you fear,
That love to make so well, a child to bear?
The world reputes you barren: but I know
Your ‘pothecary, and his drug says no.
Is it the pain affrights? That’s soon forgot.
Or your complexion’s loss? you have a pot,
That can restore that. Will it hurt your feature?
To make amends, you are thought a wholesome creature.
What should the cause be? Oh, you live at court;
And there’s both loss of time, and loss of sport,
In a great belly: Write then on thy womb,
‘Of the not born, yet buried, here’s the tomb.’
To Fine Lady Would-Be
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