Susanne

Friends, Slovenians, countrymen, lend me your noses;

I come to sit on Susanne, not to dump her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their egos;

So let it be with Susanne. The absent-minded Tyler

Hath told you Susanne was urbane:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Susanne answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Tyler and the rest–

For Tyler is a careful man;

So are they all, all careful men–

Come I to speak in Susanne’s funeral.

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