Charity Is A Naked Child, Giving Honey

A Lamb Appears A Lion, And We Fear Each Bush We See's A Bear.

Reason Can Discover Things Only Near,--sees Nothing That's Above Her.

Charity Is A Naked Child, Giving Honey To A Bee Without Wings.

My Soul, The Seas Are Rough, And Thou A Stranger In These False Coasts; O Keep Aloof; There's Danger; Cast Forth Thy Plummet; See, A Rock Appears; Thy Ships Want Sea-room; Make It With Thy Tears.

The Goods We Spend We Keep; And What We Save We Lose; And Only What We Lose We Have.