Quotes About Sires

Trouble sires three children.

O Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand!

Few sons attain the praise Of their great sires and most their sires disgrace.