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The children in Holland take pleasure in making What the children in England take pleasure in breaking.

'Tis not a life, 'Tis but a piece of childhood thrown away.

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.

In Rama was there a voice heard, lamentation, and weeping, and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children, and would not be comforted, because they are not.

A wise son maketh a glad father: but a foolish son is the heaviness of his mother.

Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.

Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all.

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.

Thy wife shall be as a fruitful vine by the sides of thine house: thy children like olive plants round about thy table.

Women know The way to rear up children ; They know a simple, merry, tender knack Of tying sashes, fitting baby-shoes, And stringing pretty words that make no sense, And kissing full sense into empty words; Which things are corals to cut life upon, Although such trifles.

Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, And that cannot stop their tears.

[Witches] steal young children out of their cradles, ministerio doemonum, and put deformed in their rooms, which we call changelings.

Diogenes struck the father when the son swore.

Besides, they always smell of bread and butter.

A little curly-headed, good-for-nothing, And mischief-making monkey from his birth.

The dutifulness of children is the foundation of all virtues. [Lat., Pietas fundamentum est omnium virtutum.]

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 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.

When the lessons and tasks are all ended, And the school for the day is dismissed, The little one gather around me, To bid me good-night and be kissed; On, the little white arms that encircle My neck in their tender embrace Oh, the smiles that are halos of heaven, Shedding sunshine of love on my face.

My lovely living Boy, My hope, my hap, my Love, my life, my joy. - Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas,