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Motherhood: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations

40% To smell to a turf of fresh earth is wholesome for the body; no less are thoughts of mortality cordial to the soul.— FULLER — Holy and Profane States. Bk. IV. The Court Lady.

That flesh is but the glasse, which holds the dust That measures all our time; which also shali Be crumbled into dust.— HERBERT — The Temple. Church

Monuments. Consider The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:- We are as they; Like them we fade away As doth a leaf.— CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI — Consider.

The immortal could we cease to contemplate, The mortal part suggests its every trait. God laid His fingers on the ivories Of her pure members as on smoothèd keys, And there out-breathed her spirit's harmonies.— FRANCIS THOMPSON — Her Portrait. St. 7.

At thirty, man suspects himself a fool, Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan; At fifty, chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve, In all the magnanimity of thought; Resolves, and re-resolves, then dies the same. And why? because he thinks himself immortal, All men think all men mortal but themselves.— YOUNG — Night Thoughts. Night I. L. 417

Man wants but little, nor that little long; How soon must he resign his very dust, Which frugal nature lent him for an hour!— YOUNG — Night Thoughts. Night IV. L. 118

A mother is a mother still, The holiest thing alive.— COLERIDGE — The Three Graves. St. 10.

There is none, In all this cold and hollow world, no fount Of deep, strong, deathless love, save that within A mother's heart. S.— MRS. HEMANS — Siege of Valencia. Sc.

Room in a Palace of Valencia. The mother said to her daughter, "Daughter, bid thy daughter tell her daughter that her daughter's daughter hath a daughter."— GEORGE HOKEWELL — Apology. Bk. III. Ch. V. Sec. 9.

When the rose of thine own being Shall reveal its central fold, Thou shalt look within and marvel, Fearing what thine eyes behold; What it shows and what it teaches Are not things wherewith to part; Thorny rose! that always costeth Beatings at the heart.— JEAN INGELOW — A Mother Showing the

Portrait of Her Child. There was a place in childhood that I remember well, And there a voice of sweetest tone bright fairy tales did tell.— SAMUEL LOVER — My Mother Dear.

A woman's love Is mighty, but a mother's heart is weak, And by its weakness overcomes. C.— LOWELL — Legend of Brittany. Pt. II. St. 43.

And all my mother came into mine eyes And gave me up to tears.— Shakespeare — Henry V. Act IV. Sc. 6. L. 32.

And say to mothers what a holy charge Is theirs-with what a kingly power their love Might rule the fountains of the new-born mind.— MRS. SIGOURNEY — The Mother of Washington. L. 33.

Who ran to help me when I fell, And would some pretty story tell, Or kiss the place to make it well? My mother.— JANE TAYLOR — My Mother. St. 6.

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.— TENNYSON — The Princess. Canto VII. L. 308.

The bearing and the training of a child Is woman's wisdom.— TENNYSON — The Princess. Canto V. L. 456.

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. WM. Ross WALLACE- What Rules the World.