“Goli” as Caesar

A Panglossian Panegyric in the Glossolalian Tongue to His Majesty, our Most Glorious, and Most Magnificent, and Most Noble, and Most Munificent Sovereign

Fiends, womans, cuntrymans, lend me your ears;
I come to praise Caesar, not to bury his crackter.
The evil that men do lives with them;
Their goods are oft confused with their bonuses;
So let it be with Caesar. The Noble mans and womans
Of Civil Society have told you Caesar is seditious:
If it be so, it is a grievous fault,
And grievously may Caesar answer it.
Here, under leave of Civil Society,
For Civil Society is a bunch of
Honourable mans and womans,
All, all honourable mans and womans,
Come I to speak at Caesar’s accession to the Bullcock Throne.
He is our friend, faithfully unjust to us:
But Civil Society says he is seditious;
And Civil Society is a right ol’ bunch of
Honourable mans and womans.
He hath brought many a chicken home to roost
Whose rancid pong does fill the general air so fragrantly:
Does this in Caesar seem so seditious?
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath slept:
Sedition should be made of sterner stuff:
Yet Civil Society says he is seditious;
And Civil Society is a right ol’ bunch of
Honourable mans and womans.
You all did see that in the capital
We thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did accept but once: was this sedition?
Yet Civil Society says he is seditious;
And, sure, Civil Society is a right ol’ bunch of
Honourable mans and womans.
I speak not to disprove what Civil Society speaks,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did hate him once, not without cause:
But give the poor bugger a chance, wontcha!
For, verily, sayeth the bard,
“All we are saying, is give the bugger a chance!”