To Thine Own Self Be True Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Husbandry,
Sake, take, shake!
Each man's censure,
Day by day! !
Night by night,
With the kisses of life;
Fantasy!
With the lips of nature;
But, who will kiss dead Ceasar's wounds?
To such a sudden flood of mutiny!
'Countrymen, lend me your ears';
Be thou familiair
But by no means vulgar;
And, do not foil your palms with entertainment.
Give your thoughts no tongue,
Give your love sweet medicine,
Give your mind much rest;
To thine own self be true!
A kingly crown,
A lovely woman,
A peaceful dream;
However, the evil that men do lives after them.