Uterus

"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."

"But thou art he that took me out of the womb: Thou didst make me hope when I was upon my mother's breasts. I was cast upon thee from the womb: Thou art my God from my mother's belly."

"Our mothers’ wombs the tyring-houses be Where we are drest for this short comedy:"

"Your brother and his lover have embraced: As those that feed grow full, as blossoming time That from the seedness the bare fallow brings To teeming foison, even so her plenteous womb Expresseth his full tilth and husbandry."

"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,"

"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."

"To Eve's womb, from our sweet to-morrow, God shall greatly multiply sorrow."