The other day, I was so desperate for a beer, I snuck into the football stadium and ate the dirt under the bleachers.
If not yet lost to all the sense of shame.
But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast, for gentle ways are best, and keep aloof from sharp contentions.
Earth sounds my wisdom, and high heaven my fame.
A hunter of shadows, himself a shade.
It is not right to glory in the slain