Dustin

Friends, Turks, countrymen, lend me your eyes;

I come to text Dustin, not to train him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their adrenal glands;

So let it be with Dustin. The tense Rosa

Hath told you Dustin was freakish:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Dustin answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Rosa and the rest–

For Rosa is a dependable woman;

So are they all, all dependable women–

Come I to speak in Dustin’s funeral.

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