Maxioms by Joanna Baillie
The brave man is not he who feels no fear, For that were stupid and irrational; But he, whose noble read more
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.
The brave man is not he who feels no fear. For that were stupid and irrational. But he, whose noble read more
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.
Think'st thou there are no serpents in the world
But those who slide along the grassy sod,
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Think'st thou there are no serpents in the world
But those who slide along the grassy sod,
And sting the luckless foot that presses them?
There are who in the path of social life
Do bask their spotted skins in Fortune's sun,
And sting the soul.
But woman's grief is like a summer storm,
Short as it violent is.
But woman's grief is like a summer storm,
Short as it violent is.
The fears of one class of men are not the measure of the rights
of another.
The fears of one class of men are not the measure of the rights
of another.
