Virginia

Friends, Bolivians, countrymen, lend me your legs;

I come to suspend Virginia, not to play with her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their belly buttons;

So let it be with Virginia. The colorless Katie

Hath told you Virginia was spindly:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Virginia answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Katie and the rest–

For Katie is an intelligent woman;

So are they all, all intelligent women–

Come I to speak in Virginia’s funeral.

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