Jimmy

Friends, Argentinians, countrymen, lend me your fingers;

I come to shake Jimmy, not to ignore him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their hooves;

So let it be with Jimmy. The garrulous Running Bear

Hath told you Jimmy was fashionable:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Jimmy answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Running Bear and the rest–

For Running Bear is a noble man;

So are they all, all noble men–

Come I to speak in Jimmy’s funeral.

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