Abortions will not let you forget.
You remember the children you got that you did not get.

Now, gods, stand up for bastards!

Whence had they come,
The hand and lash that beat down frigid Rome?
What sacred drama through her body heaved
When world-transforming Charlemagne was conceived?

Great with child, and longing… for stewed prunes.

Who in the lusty stealth of nature take
More composition and fierce quality
Than doth, within a dull, stale, tired bed,
Go to the creating a whole tribe of fops.