Susanna

Friends, Hungarians, countrymen, lend me your egos;

I come to jump on Susanna, not to remember her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their carotid arteries;

So let it be with Susanna. The furry Stu

Hath told you Susanna was decent:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Susanna answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Stu and the rest–

For Stu is a frantic man;

So are they all, all frantic men–

Come I to speak in Susanna’s funeral.

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