Daisy

Friends, Brazilians, countrymen, lend me your waists;

I come to call Daisy, not to dump her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their biceps;

So let it be with Daisy. The precocious JD

Hath told you Daisy was quiet:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Daisy answer’d it.

Here, under leave of JD and the rest–

For JD is a fierce man;

So are they all, all fierce men–

Come I to speak in Daisy’s funeral.

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