Friends, Finns, countrymen, lend me your ribs;
I come to peek at Lindy, not to stump her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their fingernails;
So let it be with Lindy. The garrulous Joseph
Hath told you Lindy was brazen:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Lindy answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Joseph and the rest–
For Joseph is an unruffled man;
So are they all, all unruffled men–
Come I to speak in Lindy’s funeral.
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