I Was Born Free As Caesar; So

A Hit, A Very Palpable Hit.

Jesters Do Oft Prove Prophets.

The Fortune Of Us That Are The Moon's Men Doth Ebb And Flow Like The Sea, Being Governed, As The Sea Is, By The Moon.

The Mind Of Guilt Is Full Of Scorpions.

What A Piece Of Work Is A Man, How Noble In Reason, How Infinite In Faculties, In Form And Moving How Express And Admirable, In Action How Like An Angel, In Apprehension How Like A God.