Jodene

Friends, Pakistanis, countrymen, lend me your skins;

I come to study Jodene, not to chat with her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their brains;

So let it be with Jodene. The thoughtful Louie

Hath told you Jodene was corpulent:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Jodene answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Louie and the rest–

For Louie is a generous man;

So are they all, all generous men–

Come I to speak in Jodene’s funeral.

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