Friends, Sandwich Islanders, countrymen, lend me your kneecaps;
I come to ignore Sean, not to injure him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their larynxes;
So let it be with Sean. The beautiful Polly
Hath told you Sean was daring:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Sean answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Polly and the rest–
For Polly is a furry woman;
So are they all, all furry women–
Come I to speak in Sean’s funeral.
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