"Mother's milk" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... the Bible with your mother's milk, I suppose," said Gertrude pettishly, "and have had it knitted into you ever since by your grandmother's needles. I did not expect you to be a spoil-sport, Lettice. I thought you would be only too happy to come out of your convent for a ...
— It Might Have Been - The Story of the Gunpowder Plot • Emily Sarah Holt
... children dying before they are named, or before the tonsure ceremony is performed on them, are buried, and those of other persons are burnt. In the grave of a small child some of its mother's milk, or, if this is not available, cow's milk in a leaf-cup or earthen vessel, is placed. Before a body is burnt cakes of wheat-flour are put on the face, breast and both shoulders, and a coin is always deposited for the purchase of the site. Mourning or impurity is observed for varying ...
— The Tribes and Castes of the Central Provinces of India - Volume II • R. V. Russell
... be wise above thy years! Why dost thou talk, like a philosopher, Of conquering love, who art not yet grown up, To try the force of any manly passion? The sweetness of thy mother's milk is yet Within thy veins, not ...
— The Works of John Dryden, Vol. II • Edited by Walter Scott
... mother thinks how she shall make her goat's milk and black bread hold out. The grandmother knits stockings, and runs out to see if Jaques or Pierre have not tumbled over the precipice. Jaques and Pierre, in return, tangle grandmother's yarn, upset mother's milk bucket, pull the goat's beard, tear their clothes to pieces on the bushes and rocks, and, in short, commit incredible abominations daily, just as ...
— Sunny Memories of Foreign Lands V2 • Harriet Beecher Stowe
... pay him for his trouble. Do you suppose that man knows what happiness means, as God designed it. He was, without doubt, a sad and grimy little baby once, brought up on gin slightly adulterated with his mother's milk. He was pounded daily before he was two years old, starved and cuffed and kicked all the way up to manhood, and now his neck is so completely under the heel of hydra-headed disaster, wickedness and want, that all he ...
— A String of Amber Beads • Martha Everts Holden
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