Maxioms by Joanna Baillie
The tyrant now
Trusts not to men: nightly within his chamber
The watch-dog guards his couch, the read more
The tyrant now
Trusts not to men: nightly within his chamber
The watch-dog guards his couch, the only friend
He now dare trust.
The brave man is not he who feels no fear,
For that were stupid and irrational;
But read more
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.
Think'st thou there are no serpents in the world
But those who slide along the grassy sod,
read more
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.
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.
A willing heart adds feather to the heel
And makes the clown a winged Mercury.
A willing heart adds feather to the heel
And makes the clown a winged Mercury.
