Sometimes edgy, sometimes blunt, Sometimes tapped on shoulders. Sometimes compared to quill and ink, Sometimes pulled from English boulders.

I echo through the ages with commandments etched upon me, but I do not echo through your movies when you stream upon me. You often hear me in When headaches are too much, I can be an aspirin..

I have a lion’s strength and a scorpion’s sting, A creature of legend, with a deadly wing. What am I?

Not from a sheep but a plant, I might help you sleep if you pant. My history is steep with respect that was scant.

Allegedly born from a Bell, A mixed truth they tell. I aged and learned new things, leaving behind my strings. I pass your secrets unbroken, and speech never spoken.