Mim

Friends, Macedonians, countrymen, lend me your antennae;

I come to scar Mim, not to kiss her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their hooves;

So let it be with Mim. The masculine Tommy

Hath told you Mim was lazy:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Mim answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Tommy and the rest–

For Tommy is an energetic man;

So are they all, all energetic men–

Come I to speak in Mim’s funeral.

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