Sean

Friends, Sandwich Islanders, countrymen, lend me your kneecaps;

I come to ignore Sean, not to injure him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their larynxes;

So let it be with Sean. The beautiful Polly

Hath told you Sean was daring:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Sean answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Polly and the rest–

For Polly is a furry woman;

So are they all, all furry women–

Come I to speak in Sean’s funeral.

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