Praise Me Not Too Much, Nor Blame

Now Son, You Don’t Want To Drink Beer. That’s For Daddies, And Kids With Fake Ids.

No Tv And No Beer Makes Homer Something Something.

Few Sons Attain The Praise Of Their Great Sires And Most Their Sires Disgrace.

What Greater Glory Attends A Man Than What He Wins With His Racing Feet And His Striving Hands?

Dreams Are Sent By God.