Wesley

Friends, Estonians, countrymen, lend me your calves;

I come to castigate Wesley, not to ridicule him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their backs;

So let it be with Wesley. The deadly Irma

Hath told you Wesley was undignified:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Wesley answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Irma and the rest–

For Irma is a weird woman;

So are they all, all weird women–

Come I to speak in Wesley’s funeral.

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