I am an ancient proclamation, But I wasn't that important in my own generation, My discovery was key for some novel decryption, And I was how we cracked the hieroglyphs of Egyptian

Christopher Robin’s friend A drunken WW II political leader Spelled differently, the sound a horse makes

I can so small that I'm an edible medicine. I can be so large that I'm used as a computer. I can be made of stone to hold religious law. Or I can be made of wood to help you write.

I’m paid without price, yet I’m costly indeed, In coin or in chorus, I answer the need. I’m offered in silence, in speeches, in song, To heroes, to rulers, to those who’ve been wronged. I rise in a toast or I bow in respect, In statues and stories I’m carefully kept.

Upon my skin are stories of old, My insides are all damp and cold, From the dawn of man's first fire, Shelter within has always transpired What am I?