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. Joanna Baillie More Quotes by Joanna Baillie More Quotes From Joanna Baillie Ah! happy is the man whose early lot Hath made him master of a furnish'd cot; Who trains the vine that round his window grows, And after setting sun his garden hoes; Whose wattled pails his own enclosure shield, Who toils not daily in another's field. Joanna Baillie women garden home Tis ever thus when favours are denied; Joanna Baillie favors soul rooms It ever is the marked propensity of restless and aspiring minds to look into the stretch of dark futurity. Joanna Baillie mind dark looks The plainest case in many words entangling. Joanna Baillie cases It is so seldom that a young fellow has any inclination for the company of an old man. . . Joanna Baillie old-man young men My day is closed! the gloom of night is come! a hopeless darkness settles over my fate. Joanna Baillie fate darkness night
