The Bird Loves Her Nest.

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.

Gold Opens All Locks, No Lock Will Hold Against The Power Of Gold.

When My House Burnes, It's Not Good Playing At Chesse.

Little Pitchers Have Wide Eares. [little Pitchers Have Wide Ears.]

Hee That Doth What Hee Will, Doth Not What He Ought.