You call me a nuisance because I sting your sleep and wake you from laziness. You say I bite without cause, yet I see only that a great beast grows sluggish when it thinks itself safe. My own life shows this truth; I have no house, no wealth, and no family to tend. Instead, I walk the streets day after day, biting at your errors just as a horse needs the fly to move its heavy limbs. I do not seek your gold, for I am poor, and I do not care if you hate me while I speak the truth.

Now ask yourself this: when last did you let someone wake you from your own quiet slumber? Did you prefer to dream of virtue while doing nothing, or would you rather feel my sting today? Do not strike at the messenger who brings the warning, for the sleep you choose is worse than any pain I bring.