Chuck

Friends, Myanmarans, countrymen, lend me your paws;

I come to wrestle with Chuck, not to scratch him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their midriffs;

So let it be with Chuck. The wicked Calvin

Hath told you Chuck was confident:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Chuck answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Calvin and the rest–

For Calvin is a pert man;

So are they all, all pert men–

Come I to speak in Chuck’s funeral.

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