Liling

Friends, Hondurans, countrymen, lend me your antennae;

I come to hypnotize Liling, not to argue with her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their thighs;

So let it be with Liling. The selfish Charlie

Hath told you Liling was bad:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Liling answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Charlie and the rest–

For Charlie is a confident man;

So are they all, all confident men–

Come I to speak in Liling’s funeral.

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