Deep in the cavern of the infant's breast; the father's nature lurks, and lives anew.
Clogged with yesterday's excess, the body drags the mind down with it.
Fierce eagles breed not the tender dove.
Take as a gift whatever the day brings forth.
The brave are born from the brave and good. In steers and in horses is to be found the excellence of their sire; nor do savage eagles produce a peaceful dove.
Words challenge eternity.