Mothers, wives and maids, These be the tools with which priests manage men.
Day! Faster and more fast. O'er night's brim, day boils at last.
Generations pass while some tree stands, and old families last not three oaks.
Where the apple reddens never pry - lest we lose our Edens, Eve and I.
Aspire, break bounds. Endeavor to be good, and better still, best.
But there are times when patience proves at fault.