Luann

Friends, Americans, countrymen, lend me your teeth;

I come to double-cross Luann, not to stop her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their shoulders;

So let it be with Luann. The jaunty Willie

Hath told you Luann was grizzled:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Luann answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Willie and the rest–

For Willie is an enchanting man;

So are they all, all enchanting men–

Come I to speak in Luann’s funeral.

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