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"To Eves womb, from our sweet to-morrow, God shall greatly multiply sorrow."
UterusAnd Venus, thou, with timely seed, — Uterus
"And Venus, thou, with timely seed, Which may their after-comforts breed, Inform the gentle womb; Nor let it prove a tomb: But, ere ten moons be wasted, The birth, by Cynthia hasted. So may they both, ere day, Rise perfect every way."
And Venus, thou, with timely seed,<br>Which may their after-comforts breed,<br> Inform the gentle womb;<br> Nor let it p
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The uterus or womb is the organ in the reproductive system of most female mammals, including humans, that accommodates the embryonic and fetal development of one or more fertilized eggs until birth. The uterus is a hormone-responsive sex organ that contains glands in its lining that secrete uterine milk for embryonic nourishment.
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The uterus or womb is the organ in the reproductive system of most female mammals, including humans, that accommodates the embryonic and fetal development of one or more fertilized eggs until birth. The uterus is a hormone-responsive sex organ that contains glands in its lining that secrete uterine milk for embryonic nourishment.
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"Thou art he who createst the man-child in woman, who makest seed in man, who giveth life to the son in the body of his mother, who soothest him that he may not weep, a nurse [even] in the womb."
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"But thou art he that took me out of the womb: Thou didst make me hope when I was upon my mothers breasts. I was cast upon thee from the womb: Thou art my God from my mothers belly."
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"A prettie rysing wombe without a weame, That shone as bright as anie siluer streame; And bare out like the bending of an hill, At whose decline a fountaine dwelleth still;A pretty rising womb without a wenn, That shine[s] as bright as any crystal gem, And bears out like the rising of a hill, At whose decline the[re] runs a fountain still,"
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