Do villainy, do, since you protest to do’t,

Like workmen. I’ll example you with thievery:

The sun’s a thief, and with his great attraction

Robs the vast sea; the moon’s an arrant thief,

And her pale fire she snatches from the sun;

The sea’s a thief, whose liquid surges resolves

The moon into salt tears; the earth’s a thief,

That feeds and breeds by a composture stol’n

From gen’ral excrement.

     — William Shakespeare, Timon of Athens

The moon in New Jersey, by Barrybar.