Daisy

Friends, Bulgarians, countrymen, lend me your funny bones;

I come to fight with Daisy, not to jump on her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their guts;

So let it be with Daisy. The sarcastic Richard

Hath told you Daisy was fiendish:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Daisy answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Richard and the rest–

For Richard is a fascinating man;

So are they all, all fascinating men–

Come I to speak in Daisy’s funeral.

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