Bunny

Friends, Mongolians, countrymen, lend me your elbows;

I come to ridicule Bunny, not to wrestle with her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their big toes;

So let it be with Bunny. The sober Krista

Hath told you Bunny was weird:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Bunny answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Krista and the rest–

For Krista is an ungainly woman;

So are they all, all ungainly women–

Come I to speak in Bunny’s funeral.

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