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When a woman is twenty, a child deforms her; when she is thirty, he preserves her; and when forty, he read more
When a woman is twenty, a child deforms her; when she is thirty, he preserves her; and when forty, he makes her young again.
There was a place in childhood that I remember well,
And there a voice of sweetest tone bright fairy read more
There was a place in childhood that I remember well,
And there a voice of sweetest tone bright fairy tales did tell.
The bearing and the training of a child
Is woman's wisdom.
The bearing and the training of a child
Is woman's wisdom.
We know that birth takes a woman from one place in her life to another. The birth of a child read more
We know that birth takes a woman from one place in her life to another. The birth of a child certainly does change her viewpoint of herself and I believe her viewpoint of the world.
All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No
man does. That is his.
All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No
man does. That is his.
That it should come to this,
But two months dead, nay, not so much, not two,
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That it should come to this,
But two months dead, nay, not so much, not two,
So excellent a king, that was to this
Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth,
Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on, and yet within a month--
Let me not think on't; frailty, thy name is woman--
A little month, or ere those shoes were old
With which she followed my poor father's body
Like Niobe, all tears, why she, even she--
O God, a beast that wants discourse of reason
Would have mourned longer--married with my uncle,
My father's brother, but no more like my father
Than I to Hercules.
If I were hanged on the highest hill,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
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If I were hanged on the highest hill,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
I know whose love would follow me still,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
The pretty and sweet manner of it forced
Those waters from me which I would have stopped;
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The pretty and sweet manner of it forced
Those waters from me which I would have stopped;
But I had not so much of man in me,
And all my mother came into mine eyes
And gave me up to tears.
And Adam called his wife's name Eve; because she was the mother
of all living.
And Adam called his wife's name Eve; because she was the mother
of all living.