Joanna Baillie
Joanna Baillie
Joanna Bailliewas a Scottish poet and dramatist. Baillie was very well known during her lifetime and, though a woman, intended her plays not for the closet but for the stage. Admired both for her literary powers and her sweetness of disposition, she hosted a literary society in her cottage at Hampstead. Baillie died at the age of 88, her faculties remaining unimpaired to the last...
NationalityScottish
ProfessionPoet
prayer blessing men
A good man's prayers will from the deepest dungeon climb heaven's height, and bring a blessing down.
men years age
Still on it creeps, Each little moment at another's heels, Till hours, days, years, and ages are made up Of such small parts as these, and men look back Worn and bewilder'd, wondering how it is.
self-esteem men coquette
She who only finds her self-esteem In others' admiration, begs an alms; Depends on others for her daily food, And is the very servant of her slaves; Tho' oftentimes, in a fantastic hour, O'er men she may a childish pow'r exert, Which not ennobles but degrades her state.
men battle weakness
The strength of man sinks in the hour of trial; but there doth live a Power that to the battle girdeth the weak.
dog men tyrants
The tyrant now Trusts not to men: nightly within his chamber The watch-dog guards his couch, the only friend He now dare trust.
pride men self
Pride is a fault that great men blush not to own: it is the ennobled offspring of self-love; though, it must be confessed, grave and pompous vanity, Iike a fat plebeian in a rove of office, does very often assume its name.
men young old-man
It is so seldom that a young fellow has any inclination for the company of an old man. . .
men giving events
Men's actions to futurity appear but as the events to which they are conjoined do give them consequence.
mean men laughing
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!
custom hath prize though
What custom hath endeared We part with sadly, though we prize it not
empty fame lightly shall
O! who shall lightly say that fame/ is nothing but an empty name?
heart
He was not all a father's heart could wish;/ But oh, he was my son! my only son.
frozen portion
He that will not give some portion of his ease, his blood, his wealth, for others' good, is a poor, frozen churl
blood giving frozen
He that will not give some portion of his ease, his blood, his wealth, for other's good, is a poor, frozen churl.