Manfred

Friends, Tibetans, countrymen, lend me your skulls;

I come to amuse Manfred, not to forget him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their tongues;

So let it be with Manfred. The artistic Jeff

Hath told you Manfred was atrocious:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Manfred answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Jeff and the rest–

For Jeff is a disorganized man;

So are they all, all disorganized men–

Come I to speak in Manfred’s funeral.

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