Todd

Friends, Belizians, countrymen, lend me your heads;

I come to think about Todd, not to study him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their toes;

So let it be with Todd. The distressed Cecil

Hath told you Todd was timid:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Todd answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Cecil and the rest–

For Cecil is a relaxed man;

So are they all, all relaxed men–

Come I to speak in Todd’s funeral.

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