Tamara

Friends, Paraguayans, countrymen, lend me your kidneys;

I come to mess with Tamara, not to cuddle her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their spinal cords;

So let it be with Tamara. The self-confident Deborah

Hath told you Tamara was stylish:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Tamara answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Deborah and the rest–

For Deborah is a brave woman;

So are they all, all brave women–

Come I to speak in Tamara’s funeral.

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