Vilmer

Friends, Venezuelans, countrymen, lend me your eyeballs;

I come to dance with Vilmer, not to yell at him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their hearts;

So let it be with Vilmer. The ambitious Linda

Hath told you Vilmer was creepy:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Vilmer answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Linda and the rest–

For Linda is an obnoxious woman;

So are they all, all obnoxious women–

Come I to speak in Vilmer’s funeral.

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