Take Heed Of A Person

Good Workemen Are Seldome Rich.

Enrich My Heart, Mouth, Hands In Me, With Faith, With Hope, With Charity, That I May Run, Rise, Rest With Thee.

Count Not Fowre Except You Have Them In A Wallett.

I Read, And Sigh, And Wish I Were A Tree; For Sure Then I Should Grow To Fruit Or Shade: At Least Some Bird Would Trust Her Household To Me, And I Should Be Just.

The Bird Loves Her Nest.