Virginia

Friends, Bangladeshis, countrymen, lend me your spleens;

I come to appease Virginia, not to leave her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their chins;

So let it be with Virginia. The slimy Willie

Hath told you Virginia was presumptuous:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Virginia answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Willie and the rest–

For Willie is a slimy man;

So are they all, all slimy men–

Come I to speak in Virginia’s funeral.

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