_Macbeth, Act iv. Sc_.2. SHAKESPEARE.
Where yet was ever found a mother
Who'd give her booby for another?
_Fables: The Mother, the Nurse, and the Fairy_, J. GAY.
Women know
The way to rear up children (to be just);
They know a simple, merry, tender knack
Of tying sashes, fitting baby-shoes,
And stringing pretty words that make no sense,
And kissing full sense into empty words:
Which things are corals to cut life upon,
Although such trifles.
_Aurora Leigh, Bk. I_. E.B. BROWNING.
They say that man is mighty.
He governs land and sea,
He wields a mighty scepter
O'er lesser powers that be;
But a mightier power and stronger
Man from his throne has hurled,
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
_What Rules the World_. W.R. WALLACE.
Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My mother.
_My Mother_. JANE TAYLOR.
Happy he
With such a mother! faith in womankind
Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high
Comes easy to him, and though he trip and fall,
He shall not blind his soul with clay.
_The Princess, Canto VII_. A. TENNYSON.
A mother is a mother still,
The holiest thing alive.
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