Rodney

Friends, Angolans, countrymen, lend me your thyroid glands;

I come to cozy up to Rodney, not to hide from him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their waists;

So let it be with Rodney. The grizzled Aaron

Hath told you Rodney was brash:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Rodney answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Aaron and the rest–

For Aaron is a corpulent man;

So are they all, all corpulent men–

Come I to speak in Rodney’s funeral.

Next Chapter