Sharice

Friends, Easter Islanders, countrymen, lend me your little toes;

I come to imitate Sharice, not to go out with her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their elbows;

So let it be with Sharice. The anemic Terri

Hath told you Sharice was slimy:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Sharice answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Terri and the rest–

For Terri is a dumb woman;

So are they all, all dumb women–

Come I to speak in Sharice’s funeral.

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