Franklin

Friends, Mongolians, countrymen, lend me your necks;

I come to joke with Franklin, not to needle him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their ears;

So let it be with Franklin. The timid Savannah

Hath told you Franklin was cowardly:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Franklin answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Savannah and the rest–

For Savannah is an emotional woman;

So are they all, all emotional women–

Come I to speak in Franklin’s funeral.

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