Friends, Liechtensteinians, countrymen, lend me your arms;
I come to step on Azalea, not to escape from her.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their cheeks;
So let it be with Azalea. The fearless Tommy
Hath told you Azalea was irate:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Azalea answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Tommy and the rest–
For Tommy is a cheerful man;
So are they all, all cheerful men–
Come I to speak in Azalea’s funeral.
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