65 Quotes by Joanna Baillie

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

O! who shall lightly say that fame/ is nothing but an empty name?

What custom hath endeared We part with sadly, though we prize it not

He that will not give some portion of his ease, his blood, his wealth, for others' good, is a poor, frozen churl

A good man's prayers will from the deepest dungeon climb heaven's height, and bring a blessing down.

He that will not give some portion of his ease, his blood, his wealth, for other's good, is a poor, frozen churl.

Words of affection, howsoe'er expressed, The latest spoken still are deem'd the best.

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

Good-morrow to thy sable beak, And glossy plumage, dark and sleek, Thy crimson moon and azure eye