My Tongue Will Tell The Anger Of

Piece Out Our Imperfections With Your Thoughts.

Thou Hast Not Half That Power To Do Me Harm As I Have To Be Hurt.

Be Checked For Silence, But Never Taxed For Speech.

I Cannot Tell What The Dickens His Name Is.

You Are Not Wood, You Are Not Stones, But Men; And Being Men, Hearing The Will Of Caesar, It Will Inflame You, It Will Make You Mad.