Lucifer

Friends, Bahrainis, countrymen, lend me your livers;

I come to call the cops on Lucifer, not to wrestle with him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their esophaguses;

So let it be with Lucifer. The impish Emily

Hath told you Lucifer was pesky:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Lucifer answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Emily and the rest–

For Emily is an athletic woman;

So are they all, all athletic women–

Come I to speak in Lucifer’s funeral.

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