Hombre, tienes un hijo, un hijo que te hicieron creer podr|¤a inmortalizarte llevando el germen de ti mismo por siglos de generaciones† Tu carne, Hombre, carne deleznable, carne podrida que no puede soportar el peso de tu inmortalidad. No, no hay nada de ti mismo en esa carne. ‚Tu hijo no te hara¤   inmortal!' Man, you have a son, a son who they made you believe would make you immortal by carrying your seed through centuries of generations† Your flesh,O man, your despicable and rotten flesh that cannot bear the sight of your immortality. No: there's nothing of yourself in that flesh.Your son won't make you immortal!'

-Marque¤  s, Rene¤
  El hombre y sus suen‹  os ('Man and His Dreams'), act 2.

This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the son of Heaven's eternal King, Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring.

-Milton,John
  'On the Morning of Christ's Nativity','The Hymn', stanza1.

   What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones The labour of an age in pile'  d stones, Or that his hallowed relics should be hid Under a star-y-pointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.

-Milton,John
  'On Shakespeare'.

   This man of clay, son of despite.

-Milton,John
  Satan speaking of  Adam. Paradise Lost (published1667), bk.9, l.176.

What can I tell you, son of mine? I could tell you of heartbreak, hatred blind, I could tell of crimes that shame mankind, Of brutal wrong and deeds malign, Of rape and murder, son of mine; But I'll tell instead of brave and fine When lives of black and white entwine, And men in brotherhood combineö This would I tell you, son of mine.

-Kathleen Jean Mary Ruska
  We Are Going,'Son of Mine'.

Upon my honour, I saw a Madonna Standing in a niche Above the door of the private whore Of the world's worst son of a bitch.

-Parker, Dorothy ne¤  e Rothschild
Jotted into the visitor's book ofWilliam Randolph Hearst's house at San Simeon after she had seen a Della Robbia Madonna over the entrance to Marion Davies's bedroom. Quoted in R Hughes Culture of Complaint (1994).

Son of a whore,God damn you! can you tell A Peerless Peer the readiest way to Hell?

-Rochester,JohnWilmot, 2nd Earl of
c.1676  'To the Post-Boy', l.1^2 (published1926).The postboy's answer is'The readiest way, my lord, is by Rochester'.

   Still from the sire the son shall hear Of the stern strife, and carnage drear, Of Flodden's fatal field, Where shivered was fair Scotland's spear, And broken was her shield!

-Scott, Sir Walter
  Marmion, canto 6, stanza 34.

'Why weep ye by the tide, ladie? Why weep ye by the tide? I'll wed ye to my youngest son, And ye sall be his bride: And ye sall be his bride, ladie, Sae comely to be seen'ö But aye she loot the tears down fa' For Jock of Hazeldean.

-Scott, Sir Walter
  'Jock of Hazeldean', stanza1.

Okie use'ta mean you was from Oklahoma. Now it means you're a dirty son-of-a-bitch.Okie means you're scum. Don'mean nothing itself, it's the way they say it.

-Steinbeck,John Ernest
  The Grapes ofWrath, ch.18.

This is my son, mine ownTelemachus.

-Tennyson
  Poems,'Ulysses' (published1842), l.33.

Strong Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove.

-Tennyson
  In Memoriam A.H.H., prologue, l.1^4.