Lorrie

Friends, Jordanians, countrymen, lend me your adrenal glands;

I come to watch Lorrie, not to chat with her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their mouths;

So let it be with Lorrie. The urbane Chris

Hath told you Lorrie was vivacious:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Lorrie answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Chris and the rest–

For Chris is a somber woman;

So are they all, all somber women–

Come I to speak in Lorrie’s funeral.

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