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.

The bearing and the training of a child
Is woman's wisdom.

The bearing and the training of a child
Is woman's wisdom.

Fostering mother.
[Lat., Alma mater.]

Fostering mother.
[Lat., Alma mater.]

Being a full-time mother is one of the highest salaried jobs... since the payment is pure love.

Being a full-time mother is one of the highest salaried jobs... since the payment is pure love.

Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of children.

Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of children.

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.

They say man rules the universe,
That subject shore and main
Kneel down and bless the empery
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They say man rules the universe,
That subject shore and main
Kneel down and bless the empery
Of his majestic reign;
But a sovereign, gentler, mightier,
Man from his throne has hurled,
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

Happy he
With such a mother! faith in womankind
Beats with his blood, and trust in all read more

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.

Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the read more

Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well/
My mother.