"Lend me your ears!'

By ANONYMOUS!!!
Lend Me Your Ears


Friends, Americans, Canadians, lend me your ears;
I come to mourn People with MS, not to praise them;
The Pain that men have lives after them,
The good is oft interred with their bones,
So let it be with these souls ... The noble MS Society
Hath told you they are wrong:
If it be so, it is a grievous fault,
And grievously hath they answered it ...
Here, under leave of the MS Society and the rest,
(For the MS Society is an honorable institution;
So are they all; all honorable men and women)
Come I to speak at our patients decline...
They are my friends, faithful and just to me:
But the MS Society says they are wrong;
And the MS Society is an honorable institution….
MS patients brought much testimony home to Canada,
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
Did this Patient body seem wrong?
When that the injured have cried, they hath Liberation:
Wrong should be made of more useless stuff:
Yet the MS Society says they are wrong;
and the MS Society is an honorable institution.
You all did see that on the procedure
We have one hundred times presented a healthy glow,
When one hundred times improved: Is this wrong?
Yet the MS Society says Patients are wrong;
And, sure, they are an honorable institution.
I speak not to disprove what the MS Society speaks,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did wish patients healthy once, not without cause:
What cause withholds you then to help them?
O judgement! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason…. Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with fellow MS Patients,
And I must pause till it come back to me.


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Mark Antony:

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him;
The evil that men do lives after them,
The good is oft interred with their bones,
So let it be with Caesar ... The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answered it ...
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest,
(For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all; all honourable men)
Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral ...
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man….
He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept:
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
You all did see that on the Lupercal
I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And, sure, he is an honourable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause:
What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
O judgement! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason…. Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me.