Nelly

Friends, Mexicans, countrymen, lend me your pieholes;

I come to cover Nelly, not to date her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their eyelids;

So let it be with Nelly. The serious Molly

Hath told you Nelly was cruel:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Nelly answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Molly and the rest–

For Molly is a hysterical woman;

So are they all, all hysterical women–

Come I to speak in Nelly’s funeral.

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