Lottie

Friends, Chileans, countrymen, lend me your tummies;

I come to believe Lottie, not to appease her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their eyes;

So let it be with Lottie. The frantic LaDonna

Hath told you Lottie was intense:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Lottie answer’d it.

Here, under leave of LaDonna and the rest–

For LaDonna is an ungainly woman;

So are they all, all ungainly women–

Come I to speak in Lottie’s funeral.

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