June

Friends, Slovenians, countrymen, lend me your teeth;

I come to shun June, not to suspend her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their toenails;

So let it be with June. The menacing Fanny

Hath told you June was careful:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath June answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Fanny and the rest–

For Fanny is a hungry woman;

So are they all, all hungry women–

Come I to speak in June’s funeral.

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