George

Friends, Liechtensteinians, countrymen, lend me your tummies;

I come to argue with George, not to kiss him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their kneecaps;

So let it be with George. The depraved Donnie Bob

Hath told you George was solitary:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath George answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Donnie Bob and the rest–

For Donnie Bob is a timid man;

So are they all, all timid men–

Come I to speak in George’s funeral.

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