Mickey

Friends, Mozambiquans, countrymen, lend me your necks;

I come to shock Mickey, not to stare at him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their pride;

So let it be with Mickey. The heavyset Sadie

Hath told you Mickey was heavyset:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Mickey answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Sadie and the rest–

For Sadie is a spunky woman;

So are they all, all spunky women–

Come I to speak in Mickey’s funeral.

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