Thou Shalt Not Take Moochers

Being Eaten By A Crocodile Is Just Like Going To Sleep...in A Giant Blender.

To Labour Is The Lot Of Man Below; And When Jove Gave Us Life, He Gave Us Woe.

Thou Wilt Lament Hereafter, When The Evil Shall Be Done And Shall Admit No Cure.

Bear Patiently, My Heart, For You Have Suffered Heavier Things.

Even Were Sleep Is Concerned, Too Much Is A Bad Thing.