Chum

Friends, Israelis, countrymen, lend me your noses;

I come to study Chum, not to correct him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their biceps;

So let it be with Chum. The talkative Betsy

Hath told you Chum was fiendish:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Chum answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Betsy and the rest–

For Betsy is a sincere woman;

So are they all, all sincere women–

Come I to speak in Chum’s funeral.

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