Milton

Friends, Kazakhstanis, countrymen, lend me your toes;

I come to satisfy Milton, not to spank him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their hangnails;

So let it be with Milton. The evil Evette

Hath told you Milton was resolute:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Milton answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Evette and the rest–

For Evette is a garrulous woman;

So are they all, all garrulous women–

Come I to speak in Milton’s funeral.

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