Ella

Friends, Somalians, countrymen, lend me your skins;

I come to neglect Ella, not to think about her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their lungs;

So let it be with Ella. The fashionable Deng

Hath told you Ella was gregarious:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Ella answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Deng and the rest–

For Deng is a repulsive man;

So are they all, all repulsive men–

Come I to speak in Ella’s funeral.

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