Here all unborn children, enough to last to the end of the world, more than thirty thousand, are awaiting the hour of their birth.
"Life and Writings of Maurice Maeterlinck"
Jethro Bithell
The babes unborn are pondering, while they wait: "some little plan or chart, Some fragment from their dream of human life," the inventions they are to make, the happiness they are to confer, the crimes they are to commit.
"Life and Writings of Maurice Maeterlinck"
Jethro Bithell
But you don't know any more about American business than a babe unborn.
"I Walked in Arden"
Jack Crawford