rival lovers; rival claims or pretensions

Then near the corslet, at the monarch’s heart, With all his strength, the youth directs his dart: But the broad belt, with plates of silver bound, The point rebated, and repell’d the wound.

Why anyone would ever want to have kids is beyond this Scream Queen. They're smelly, messy, dirty, they never sleep — and those are the ones who haven't been fathered by Satan. Think of the potential for things going wrong when it's Lucifer's baby gravy that gets the eggs-a-cookin'.

Abraham Lincoln was born in a log cabin.