Danger Gleams Like Sunshine To A Brave

Children Are Sweet As The Buds In Spring, But I've Noticed That Those Who Have Them Have Nothing But Trouble All Their Lives.

My Hands Are Clean, But My Heart Has Somewhat Of Impurity.

The New-come Stepmother Hates The Children Born To A First Wife.

Slow But Sure Moves The Might Of The Gods.

Know We How Many Tomorrows The Gods Intend For Our Todays.