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Thy wife shall be as a fruitful vine by the sides of thine house:
thy children like olive plants read more
Thy wife shall be as a fruitful vine by the sides of thine house:
thy children like olive plants round about thy table.
Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the
womb is his reward.
As read more
Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the
womb is his reward.
As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the
youth.
Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall
not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the
gate.
My lovely living Boy,
My hope, my hap, my Love, my life, my joy.
- Guillaume read more
My lovely living Boy,
My hope, my hap, my Love, my life, my joy.
- Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,
When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child,
I thought as a read more
When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child,
I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away
childish things.
A little curly-headed, good-for-nothing,
And mischief-making monkey from his birth.
A little curly-headed, good-for-nothing,
And mischief-making monkey from his birth.
Better to be driven out from among men than to be disliked of
children.
Better to be driven out from among men than to be disliked of
children.
They are idols of hearts and of households;
They are angels of God in disguise;
His sunlight read more
They are idols of hearts and of households;
They are angels of God in disguise;
His sunlight still sleeps in their tresses,
His glory still gleams in their eyes;
Those truants from home and from Heaven
They have made me more manly and mild;
And I know now how Jesus could liken
The kingdom of God to a child.
Childhood sometimes does pay a second visit to man, youth never.
Childhood sometimes does pay a second visit to man, youth never.
Alas! regardless of their doom,
The little victims play;
No sense have they of ills to come,
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Alas! regardless of their doom,
The little victims play;
No sense have they of ills to come,
Nor care beyond to-day.