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Ryan

Friends, Argentinians, countrymen, lend me your thighs;

I come to fool Ryan, not to date him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their knees;

So let it be with Ryan. The wily Vera

Hath told you Ryan was precocious:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Ryan answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Vera and the rest–

For Vera is a dismal woman;

So are they all, all dismal women–

Come I to speak in Ryan’s funeral.

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