Cody

Friends, Koreans, countrymen, lend me your femurs;

I come to leave Cody, not to pulverize him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their funny bones;

So let it be with Cody. The sincere Alice

Hath told you Cody was sleek:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Cody answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Alice and the rest–

For Alice is a creepy woman;

So are they all, all creepy women–

Come I to speak in Cody’s funeral.

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