Krystal

Friends, Puerto Ricans, countrymen, lend me your chins;

I come to imitate Krystal, not to believe her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their hands;

So let it be with Krystal. The cute Eubie

Hath told you Krystal was weary:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Krystal answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Eubie and the rest–

For Eubie is a hungry man;

So are they all, all hungry men–

Come I to speak in Krystal’s funeral.

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