Cliff

Friends, Liechtensteinians, countrymen, lend me your eyeballs;

I come to play with Cliff, not to shun him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their carotid arteries;

So let it be with Cliff. The shy Audrey

Hath told you Cliff was mindless:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Cliff answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Audrey and the rest–

For Audrey is a resolute woman;

So are they all, all resolute women–

Come I to speak in Cliff’s funeral.

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