son (n.)
- aunt
- auntie
- brethren
- brother
- bub
- bud
- buddy
- child
- cousin
- daughter
- descendant
- father
- grandchild
- granddaughter
- grandnephew
- grandniece
- grandson
- granduncle
- great-aunt
- great-uncle
- heiress
- junior
- lad
- laddie
- mother
- nephew
- niece
- offspring
- scion
- sis
- sissy
- sister
- sonny
- stepbrother
- stepchild
- stepdaughter
- stepsister
- stepson
- stripling
- tad
- unc
- uncle
son (v.)
son (adv.)
- sis
son (adj.)
A wise son maketh a glad father.
Before mine eyes in opposition sits
Grim Death, my son and foe.
My name is Norval; on the Grampian hills
My father feeds his flocks; a frugal swain,
Whose constant cares were to increase his store,
And keep his only son, myself, at home.
The booby father craves a booby son,
And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone.
Gods! How the son degenerates from the sire!
For this is England's greatest son,
He that gain'd a hundred fights,
And never lost an English gun.
That would hang us, every mother's son.
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.
To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, Three in One,
Be honour, praise, and glory given
By all on earth, and all in heaven.
Didst thou never hear
That things ill got had ever bad success?
And happy always was it for that son
Whose father for his hoarding went to hell?
He that spareth his rod hateth his son.
'T was good advice, and meant, my son, Be good.
Nobles and heralds, by your leave,
Here lies what once was Matthew Prior;
The son of Adam and of Eve:
Can Bourbon or Nassau claim higher?
The brave man carves out his fortune, and every man is the son of his own works.
What needs my Shakespeare for his honour'd bones,—
The labour of an age in piled stones?
Or that his hallow'd 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?
Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,
And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,
Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,
No son of mine succeeding.
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Open, locks,
Whoever knocks!
How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning!
Diogenes struck the father when the son swore.
And all to leave what with his toil he won
To that unfeather'd two-legged thing, a son.