Jimmie Lee

Friends, Luxembourgans, countrymen, lend me your Adam's apples;

I come to speak to Jimmie Lee, not to ostracize him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their elbows;

So let it be with Jimmie Lee. The jaunty Andrew

Hath told you Jimmie Lee was humble:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Jimmie Lee answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Andrew and the rest–

For Andrew is a fuzzy man;

So are they all, all fuzzy men–

Come I to speak in Jimmie Lee’s funeral.

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