Julieann

Friends, Singaporeans, countrymen, lend me your fingernails;

I come to chat with Julieann, not to reeducate her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their aortas;

So let it be with Julieann. The portly Leila

Hath told you Julieann was frightened:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Julieann answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Leila and the rest–

For Leila is a cheerful woman;

So are they all, all cheerful women–

Come I to speak in Julieann’s funeral.

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