Tyler

Friends, New Guineans, countrymen, lend me your thumbs;

I come to listen to Tyler, not to compliment him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their wigs;

So let it be with Tyler. The boring Baldwin

Hath told you Tyler was excitable:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Tyler answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Baldwin and the rest–

For Baldwin is a cruel man;

So are they all, all cruel men–

Come I to speak in Tyler’s funeral.

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