The way to the stomach is through the heart.
If he’s been eating with his eyes, ask him exactly how much
He’s been beholding. If his words are drowned out
By his actions, tell him not to protest so much.

A little yearning is a dangerous thing; he clearly hasn’t been
Eating his apple-a-day. If only the incision were skin-deep.
No wonder he’s blind. But even a worm will turn –
Softly, softly – from a piece of string to a length of old rope.

But give him enough and he’ll hang.
If God had meant us to fall, he’d have given us wings –
But then there’d be no work for drinkers.
So, those who cannot preach, practice.
Truth is wasted on the tongue.