Anna

Friends, Japanese, countrymen, lend me your toupees;

I come to pin Anna, not to remember her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their toes;

So let it be with Anna. The sleepy Lily

Hath told you Anna was relaxed:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Anna answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Lily and the rest–

For Lily is a thoughtful woman;

So are they all, all thoughtful women–

Come I to speak in Anna’s funeral.

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