Daniel

Friends, Afghanis, countrymen, lend me your little toes;

I come to have a talk with Daniel, not to educate him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their guts;

So let it be with Daniel. The perky Madelyn

Hath told you Daniel was demented:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Daniel answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Madelyn and the rest–

For Madelyn is a weird woman;

So are they all, all weird women–

Come I to speak in Daniel’s funeral.

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