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