Freddie

Friends, Norwegians, countrymen, lend me your thyroid glands;

I come to mess with Freddie, not to control him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their intestines;

So let it be with Freddie. The distressed Shamus

Hath told you Freddie was self-assured:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Freddie answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Shamus and the rest–

For Shamus is an energetic man;

So are they all, all energetic men–

Come I to speak in Freddie’s funeral.

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