Wesley

Friends, Frenchmen, countrymen, lend me your eyes;

I come to heckle Wesley, not to banish him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their collarbones;

So let it be with Wesley. The dreadful Shirley

Hath told you Wesley was energetic:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Wesley answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Shirley and the rest–

For Shirley is a hysterical woman;

So are they all, all hysterical women–

Come I to speak in Wesley’s funeral.

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