Sven

Friends, Greeks, countrymen, lend me your femurs;

I come to kiss Sven, not to needle him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their biceps;

So let it be with Sven. The tense Veronica

Hath told you Sven was agitated:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Sven answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Veronica and the rest–

For Veronica is an amiable woman;

So are they all, all amiable women–

Come I to speak in Sven’s funeral.

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