Calvin

Friends, Myanmarans, countrymen, lend me your noses;

I come to trust Calvin, not to joke with him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their nostrils;

So let it be with Calvin. The furious Meredith

Hath told you Calvin was exuberant:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Calvin answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Meredith and the rest–

For Meredith is a garrulous woman;

So are they all, all garrulous women–

Come I to speak in Calvin’s funeral.

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