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Tex

Friends, Greeks, countrymen, lend me your toupees;

I come to bite Tex, not to wink at him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their arteries;

So let it be with Tex. The funny Clifton

Hath told you Tex was spunky:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Tex answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Clifton and the rest–

For Clifton is a frightened man;

So are they all, all frightened men–

Come I to speak in Tex’s funeral.

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