For I Am Yearning To

Sweet Sleep Fell Upon His Eyelids, Unwakeful, Most Pleasant, The Nearest Like Death.

…but There They Lay, Sprawled Across The Field, Craved Far More By The Vultures Than By Wives.

The Persuasion Of A Friend Is A Strong Thing.

When You're In My House You Shall Do As I Do And Believe Who I Believe In. So Bart Butter Your Bacon.

It Is Equally Bad When One Speeds On The Guest Unwilling To Go, And When He Holds Back One Who Is Hastening. Rather One Should Befriend The Guest Who Is There, But Speed Him When He Wishes.