Azalea

Friends, Liechtensteinians, countrymen, lend me your arms;

I come to step on Azalea, not to escape from her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their cheeks;

So let it be with Azalea. The fearless Tommy

Hath told you Azalea was irate:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Azalea answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Tommy and the rest–

For Tommy is a cheerful man;

So are they all, all cheerful men–

Come I to speak in Azalea’s funeral.

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