The tyrant is a child of Pride Who drinks from his sickening cup Recklessness and vanity, Until from his high crest headlong He plummets to the dust of hope.
Having advanced to the limit of boldness, child, you have stumbled against the lofty pedestal of Justice.
The tyrant is a child of pride.
To give birth is a fearsome thing; there is no hating the child one has borne even when injured by it.
I am the child of Fortune, the giver of good, and I shall not be shamed. She is my mother; my sisters are the Seasons; my rising and my falling match with theirs. Born thus, I ask to be no other man than that I am.
But whoever gives birth to useless children, what would you say of him except that he has bred sorrows for himself, and furnishes laughter for his enemies.
Oh child, may you be happier than your father, but in all other respects alike. And then you would not be bad.
Bear up, my child, bear up; Zeus who oversees and directs all things is still mighty in heaven.
Best of children, sisters arm-in-arm, we must bear what the gods give us to bear-- don't fire up your hearts with so much grief. No reason to blame the pass you've come to now.
Children are the anchors that hold a mother to life.
A man growing old becomes a child again.
Love is like ice in the hands of children,
Children are the anchors of a mother's life.