Folly is bound up in the heart of a child, but the rod of discipline drives it far from him.
Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? There is not one.
Behold, I was brought forth in iniquity, and in sin did my mother conceive me.
He who spares the rod hates his son, but he who loves him is diligent to discipline him.
Discipline your son while there is hope; do not set your heart on his destruction.
Blows that wound cleanse away evil; strokes make clean the innermost parts.
The rod and reproof give wisdom, but a child left to himself brings shame to his mother.
Discipline your son, and he will give you rest; he will give delight to your heart.
That which is born of the flesh is flesh, and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit.
Among these we all once lived in the passions of our flesh, following the desires of body and mind, and so we were by nature children of wrath, like the rest of mankind.