He that loveth father or mother more than me is not worthy of me: and he that loveth son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me. And he that taketh not his cross, and followeth after me, is not worthy of me. He that findeth his life shall lose it: and he that loseth his life for my sake shall find it.

-Bible (NewTestament)
St Matthew10:37^9.

Then the wet, winding roads, Brown bogs with black water; And my thoughts on white ships And the King o' Spain's daughter.

-Colum, Padraic
  'A Drover'.

Don't put your daughter on the stage, Mrs Worthington, Don't put your daughter on the stage.

-Coward, Sir Noe«  l Peirce
  'Mrs Worthington' (song).

   In marrying, a man does not, to be sure, marry his wife's mother; and yet a prudent man, when he begins to think of the daughter, would look sharp at the mother; ay, and back to the grandmother too, and along the whole female line of ancestry.

-Edgeworth, Maria
  Count O'Halloran's advice to Lord Colambare. The Absentee, ch.15.

Dios so¤  lo nos tiene aqu |¤ prestados, en este valle de la¤  grimas no estamos ma¤  s que de paso. Si llegara alg u¤ n d|¤a a pensar que ha perdido a su hija para el mundo de los hombres, la habra¤   ganado para el de los a¤  ngeles. God has us here only on loan, we are transitory in this vale of tears. If you ever come to think that you have lost your daughter to the world of men, think also that you have given her to that of the angels.

-Ferre¤  , Rosario
  La Bella Durmiente ('Sleeping Beauty').

I am proud that I am an Australian, a daughter of the Southern Cross, a child of the mighty bush. I am thankful I am a peasant, a part of the bone and muscle of my nation, and earn my bread by the sweat of my brow, as man was meant to do. I rejoice I was not born a parasite, one of the blood-suckers who loll on velvet and satin, crushed from the proceeds of human sweat and blood and souls.

-of Bin Bin
My Brilliant Career, ch.38.

So I fell in love with a rich attorney's Elderly, ugly daughter.

-Gilbert, Sir W(illiam) S(chwenck)
  Trial by  Jury.

Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher Swept off his tall hat to the Squire's own daughter, So let the imprisoned larks escape and fly Singing about her head, as she rode by.

-Graves, Robert von Ranke
'Love without Hope'.

In the moonlight and the starlight, Fair Nokomis bore a daughter. And she called her name Wenonah, As the first-born of her daughters.

-Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
   The naming of Hiawatha's mother. The Song of Hiawatha, pt.3,'Hiawatha's Childhood'. The name is now usually spelt Winona.

   And there had Arthure the firste syght of queene Gwenyvere, the kyngis doghter of the londe of Camylarde, and ever afftir he loved hir.

-Malory, SirThomas   d.1471
c.1470  Morte d'Arthur, bk.1, ch.18.

But you are dull, nothing comes nimbly from you; you dance like a plumber's daughter and deserve two thousand pound in lead to your marriage, and not in goldsmith's ware.

-Middleton,Thomas
  A Chaste Maid in Cheapside (published1630), act1, sc.1.

   The frolic wind that breathes the spring, Zephyr with Aurora playing, As he met her once a-Maying, There on beds of violets blue, And fresh-blown roses washed in dew, Filled her with a daughter fair, So buxom, blithe, and debonair.

-Milton,John
c.1631 L'Allegro, l.18^24. The'daughter fair' is Euphrosyne, or Mirth, one of the Three Graces.

This infant whose middle Is diapered still Will want to marry My daughter Jill. Oh sweet be his slumber and moist his middle! My dreams, I fear, are infanticiddle.

-Nash, (Frederic) Ogden
  The Face Is Familiar,'Song to be Sung by the Father of Infant Female Children'.

I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die, For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.

-Shelley, Percy Bysshe
  'The Cloud'.

A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair.

-Tennyson
  Poems,'A Dream of FairWomen', l.87^8.

At me you smiled, but unbeguiled I saw the snare, and I retired: The daughter of a hundred Earls, You are not one to be desired.

-Tennyson
  Poems,'Lady ClaraVere deVere', stanza1, l.5^8.

Gigantic daughter of the West, We drink to thee across the flood, We know thee most, we love thee best, For art thou not of British blood?

-Tennyson
  'Hands all Round', stanza 4, l.37^40.

To my daughter Leonora without whose never-failing sympathy and encouragement this book would have been finished in half the time.

-Plum
  The Heart of a Goof, dedication.