He That Hath The Steerage Of My

To Be Now A Sensible Man, By And By A Fool, And Presently A Beast!

They Have Been At A Great Feast Of Languages, And Stolen The Scraps.

Friends, Romans, Countrymen, Lend Me Your Ears; I Come To Bury Caesar, Not To Praise Him.

Then Imitate The Action Of The Tiger; Stiffen The Sinews, Summon Up The Blood.

We Will All Laugh At Gilded Butterflies.