Conversation Makes One What He Is.

He That Lives Well Sees A Farre Off.

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

Money, Thou Bane Of Bliss, And Source Of Woe, Whence Cam'st Thou, That Thou Art So Fresh And Fine? I Know Thy Parentage Is Base And Low: Man Found Thee Poor And Dirty In A Mine.

Trust No Friend With That You Need Fear Him If He Were Your Enemy.

France Is A Meddow That Cuts Thrice A Yeere.