Robin

Friends, Lithuanians, countrymen, lend me your eyelashes;

I come to expose Robin, not to confuse her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their pancreases;

So let it be with Robin. The tactful Sean

Hath told you Robin was monstrous:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Robin answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Sean and the rest–

For Sean is an attractive man;

So are they all, all attractive men–

Come I to speak in Robin’s funeral.

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