Warren

Friends, Norwegians, countrymen, lend me your tails;

I come to care for Warren, not to injure him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their hips;

So let it be with Warren. The princely Jesus

Hath told you Warren was cunning:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Warren answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Jesus and the rest–

For Jesus is a sensible man;

So are they all, all sensible men–

Come I to speak in Warren’s funeral.

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