He Knew How To Say Many False

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

Far From Me Be The Gift Of Bacchus--pernicious, Inflaming Wine, That Weakens Both Body And Mind.

Miserable Mortals Who Like Leaves At One Moment Flame With Life Eating The Produce Of The Land And At Another Moment Weakly Perish.

I Detest The Man Who Hides On Thing In The Depths Of His Heart And Speaks Forth Another.

Look, I'm Not Asking You To Like Me, I'm Not Asking You To Put Yourself In A Position Where I Can Touch Your Goodies, I'm Just Asking You To Be Fair.