Ollie

Friends, Salvadorans, countrymen, lend me your hearts;

I come to disinfect Ollie, not to dismay him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their spleens;

So let it be with Ollie. The smart Vanessa

Hath told you Ollie was boring:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Ollie answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Vanessa and the rest–

For Vanessa is a brazen woman;

So are they all, all brazen women–

Come I to speak in Ollie’s funeral.

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