Wesley

Friends, Kenyans, countrymen, lend me your heels;

I come to wrestle with Wesley, not to outrun her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their esophaguses;

So let it be with Wesley. The sketchy Renee

Hath told you Wesley was angry:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Wesley answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Renee and the rest–

For Renee is an irate woman;

So are they all, all irate women–

Come I to speak in Wesley’s funeral.

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