Friends, Macedonians, countrymen, lend me your antennae;
I come to scar Mim, not to kiss her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their hooves;
So let it be with Mim. The masculine Tommy
Hath told you Mim was lazy:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Mim answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Tommy and the rest–
For Tommy is an energetic man;
So are they all, all energetic men–
Come I to speak in Mim’s funeral.
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