Joanna Baillie

The brave man is not he who feels no fear, For that were stupid and irrational; But he, whose noble soul its fears subdues, And bravely dares the danger nature shrinks from.

— Joanna Baillie

Ah! happy is the man whose early lot Hath made him master of a furnished cot.

— Joanna Baillie

Child, with many a childish wile, / Timid look, and blushing smile, / Downy wings to steal thy way, / Gilded bow, and quiver gay, / Who in thy simple mien would trace / The tyrant of the human race?

— Joanna Baillie

Busy work brings after ease; / Ease brings sport and sport brings rest; / For young and old, of all degrees, / The mingled lot is best.

— Joanna Baillie

How do men act, when they together stand, on the last perch of this swiftly-sinking wreck? / Do they not bravely give their parting cheer, / And make their last voice loud and boldly sound / Amidst the hollow roarings of the storm?

— Joanna Baillie

… the more fools speak the more people will despise them.

— Joanna Baillie

He was not all a father’s heart could wish; / but oh, he was my son!—my only son.

— Joanna Baillie