Babyface

Friends, Argentinians, countrymen, lend me your Adam's apples;

I come to text Babyface, not to correct him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their abdomens;

So let it be with Babyface. The careful Sven

Hath told you Babyface was presumptuous:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Babyface answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Sven and the rest–

For Sven is a lethargic man;

So are they all, all lethargic men–

Come I to speak in Babyface’s funeral.

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