Friends, Azerbaijanis, countrymen, lend me your feet;
I come to spank Buster, not to dream about him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their esophaguses;
So let it be with Buster. The menacing Miguel
Hath told you Buster was gentle:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Buster answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Miguel and the rest–
For Miguel is a naïve man;
So are they all, all naïve men–
Come I to speak in Buster’s funeral.
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