Ah, Good Ol’ Trustworthy Beer. My Love

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

The Only Monster Here Is The Gambling Monster That Has Enslaved Your Mother, And I Call Him Gamblor!

Yet While My Hector Still Survives, I See My Father, Mother, Brethren, All In Thee.

Death Submits To No One.

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