Lily

Friends, Australians, countrymen, lend me your fingernails;

I come to mess with Lily, not to draw strength from her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their beards;

So let it be with Lily. The affable Upton

Hath told you Lily was muddled:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Lily answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Upton and the rest–

For Upton is an ignoble man;

So are they all, all ignoble men–

Come I to speak in Lily’s funeral.

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