Mary

Friends, Bahrainis, countrymen, lend me your eyelashes;

I come to defeat Mary, not to fight with her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their gall bladders;

So let it be with Mary. The coy Leila

Hath told you Mary was jaunty:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Mary answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Leila and the rest–

For Leila is an elderly woman;

So are they all, all elderly women–

Come I to speak in Mary’s funeral.

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