Dagmar

Friends, Panamanians, countrymen, lend me your feet;

I come to jump on Dagmar, not to shrink her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their kneecaps;

So let it be with Dagmar. The wizened Stacy

Hath told you Dagmar was naïve:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Dagmar answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Stacy and the rest–

For Stacy is a wizened woman;

So are they all, all wizened women–

Come I to speak in Dagmar’s funeral.

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