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An Aesop Fable as told by a Jamaican. 

Sure you think it's pretty. But is it useful?

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Aesop's Fable as told by a Jamaican. What happens when your bet is not good enough?

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This is an Aesop Fable about making sure your friends are cheering you on for the right reasons?

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This episode marks the beginning of the Book Of Camille Podcast dropping daily! (with the exception of whoever I don't feel like it.)  In celebration I am peeling back the curtain a bit and sharing one of my favorite monologues, from one of my favorite plays by one of my favorite authors, William Shakespeare.

So here it is, as told by a Jamaican. :) #OneTake

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest–
For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men–
Come I to speak in Caesar’s funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept:
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
You all did see that on the Lupercal
I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And, sure, he is an honourable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause:
What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me.

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We are often of greater importance in our own eyes than in the eyes of our neighbor. The smaller the mind the greater the conceit.

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A kindness is never wasted.

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Expect no reward for serving the wicked.

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There are many who pretend to despise and belittle that which is beyond their reach.

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Poverty with security is better than plenty in the midst of fear and uncertainty.

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It is one thing to say that something should be done, but quite a different matter to do it.

An Aesop Fable brought to you by Camille. 

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