Willard

Friends, Afghanis, countrymen, lend me your toupees;

I come to watch Willard, not to shrink him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their toupees;

So let it be with Willard. The atrocious Jill

Hath told you Willard was ambitious:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Willard answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Jill and the rest–

For Jill is a spindly woman;

So are they all, all spindly women–

Come I to speak in Willard’s funeral.

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