Ollie

Friends, Kiwis, countrymen, lend me your mouths;

I come to spit at Ollie, not to date him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their gall bladders;

So let it be with Ollie. The evil Shandra

Hath told you Ollie was conscientious:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Ollie answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Shandra and the rest–

For Shandra is a happy woman;

So are they all, all happy women–

Come I to speak in Ollie’s funeral.

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