Norm

Friends, Easter Islanders, countrymen, lend me your earlobes;

I come to baffle Norm, not to imitate him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their knees;

So let it be with Norm. The tired Marybel

Hath told you Norm was cuddly:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Norm answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Marybel and the rest–

For Marybel is a generous woman;

So are they all, all generous women–

Come I to speak in Norm’s funeral.

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