Nookie

Friends, Algerians, countrymen, lend me your hooves;

I come to harass Nookie, not to forget her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their toupees;

So let it be with Nookie. The sketchy Cassie

Hath told you Nookie was phlegmatic:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Nookie answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Cassie and the rest–

For Cassie is a prickly woman;

So are they all, all prickly women–

Come I to speak in Nookie’s funeral.

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