I Wasn’t Raised, I Was Built.

I Have Come, Sire, To Complain Of One Of Your Subjects Who Has Been So Audacious As To Kick Me In The Belly.

Farewell, My Children, Forever. I Go To Your Father.

If The People Have No Bread, Let Them Eat Cake.

And I Will Make Thee Beds Of Roses, And A Thousand Fragrant Posies.

I Wasn’t Raised, I Was Built.