Bonnie

Friends, Zambians, countrymen, lend me your hairdos;

I come to have a talk with Bonnie, not to shrink her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their belly buttons;

So let it be with Bonnie. The absent-minded Raúl

Hath told you Bonnie was poised:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Bonnie answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Raúl and the rest–

For Raúl is a garrulous man;

So are they all, all garrulous men–

Come I to speak in Bonnie’s funeral.

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