Patrick

Friends, Bermudans, countrymen, lend me your fingernails;

I come to avoid Patrick, not to cover him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their horns;

So let it be with Patrick. The stubby Darryl

Hath told you Patrick was vacuous:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Patrick answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Darryl and the rest–

For Darryl is a naïve man;

So are they all, all naïve men–

Come I to speak in Patrick’s funeral.

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