Tanya

Friends, Kenyans, countrymen, lend me your spleens;

I come to trick Tanya, not to bond with her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their big toes;

So let it be with Tanya. The considerate Doralene

Hath told you Tanya was vacuous:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Tanya answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Doralene and the rest–

For Doralene is an idiotic woman;

So are they all, all idiotic women–

Come I to speak in Tanya’s funeral.

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