The brave man is not he who feels no fear,For that were stupid and irrational;But he, whose noble soul its fear subdues,And bravely dares the danger nature shrinks from.
Joanna Baillie
I have seen the day, when, if a man made himself ridiculous, the world would laugh at him. But now, everything that is mean, disgusting, and absurd, pleases them but so much the better!
Joanna Baillie
The tyrant now Trusts not to men: nightly within his chamber The watch-dog guards his couch, the only friend He now dare trust.
Joanna Baillie
Words of affection, howsoe'er express'd, The latest spoken still are deem'd the best.
Joanna Baillie
Some men are born to feast, and not to fight; Whose sluggish minds, e'en in fair honor's field, Still on their dinner turn-- Let such pot-boiling varlets stay at home, And wield a flesh-hook rather than a sword.
Joanna Baillie
The brave man is not he who feels no fear, For that were stupid and irrational; But he, whose noble soul its fear subdues, And bravely dares the danger nature shrinks from.
Joanna Baillie
Some men are born to feast, and not to fight; Whose sluggish minds, e'en in fair honor's field, Still on their dinner turn Let such pot-boiling varlets stay at home, And wield a flesh-hook rather than a sword.
Joanna Baillie
Sweet sleep be with us, one and all! And if upon its stillness fall The visions of a busy brain, We'll have our pleasure o'er again, To warm the heart, to charm the sight, Gay dreams to all! good night, good night.
Joanna Baillie