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And whether by this change she lose or win, She comes out next, where the Ape would have gone in. Adam and Eve had mingled bloods, and now Like Chimiques equall fires, her temperate wombe Had stew'd and form'd it: and part did become A spungie liver, that did richly allow, Like a free conduit, on a high hils brow, Life-keeping moisture unto every part; Part hardned it selfe to a thicker heart, Whose busie furnaces lifes spirits do impart.