LaDonna

Friends, Estonians, countrymen, lend me your noses;

I come to sting LaDonna, not to spit at her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their appendixes;

So let it be with LaDonna. The precocious Bronk

Hath told you LaDonna was contented:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath LaDonna answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Bronk and the rest–

For Bronk is a rugged man;

So are they all, all rugged men–

Come I to speak in LaDonna’s funeral.

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