Eubie

Friends, Bermudans, countrymen, lend me your biceps;

I come to text Eubie, not to tantalize him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their noses;

So let it be with Eubie. The rapacious Evette

Hath told you Eubie was creepy:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Eubie answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Evette and the rest–

For Evette is a monstrous woman;

So are they all, all monstrous women–

Come I to speak in Eubie’s funeral.

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