Morrie

Friends, Liechtensteinians, countrymen, lend me your backs;

I come to dance with Morrie, not to educate him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their toes;

So let it be with Morrie. The modest Elsie

Hath told you Morrie was big:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Morrie answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Elsie and the rest–

For Elsie is a sleek woman;

So are they all, all sleek women–

Come I to speak in Morrie’s funeral.

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