Shelly

Friends, Pakistanis, countrymen, lend me your palms;

I come to leave Shelly, not to fool her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their foreheads;

So let it be with Shelly. The dismal Elly

Hath told you Shelly was affable:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Shelly answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Elly and the rest–

For Elly is a timid woman;

So are they all, all timid women–

Come I to speak in Shelly’s funeral.

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