Milton

Friends, Jordanians, countrymen, lend me your eyelashes;

I come to push Milton, not to awe him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their thyroid glands;

So let it be with Milton. The clever Brianna

Hath told you Milton was enchanting:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Milton answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Brianna and the rest–

For Brianna is a proud woman;

So are they all, all proud women–

Come I to speak in Milton’s funeral.

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