Michaelangelo

Friends, Bangladeshis, countrymen, lend me your jaws;

I come to shake Michaelangelo, not to question him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their heads;

So let it be with Michaelangelo. The naïve Megan

Hath told you Michaelangelo was disagreeable:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Michaelangelo answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Megan and the rest–

For Megan is an urbane woman;

So are they all, all urbane women–

Come I to speak in Michaelangelo’s funeral.

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