He That Hath No Hony In His

God Sees Hearts As We See Faces.

Who Shuts His Hand Has Lost His Gold, Who Opens It Hath It Twice Told.

Every Day Brings His Bread With It.

Be Not Too Presumptuously Sure In Any Business; For Things Of This World Depend On Such A Train Of Unseen Chances That If It Were In Man's Hands To Set The Tables, Still He Would Not Be Certain To Win The Game.

The Chicken Is The Country's, But The City Eats It.