Helmut

Friends, Slovenians, countrymen, lend me your hairdos;

I come to doubt Helmut, not to tease him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their claws;

So let it be with Helmut. The agile Ginger

Hath told you Helmut was suave:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Helmut answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Ginger and the rest–

For Ginger is a cruel woman;

So are they all, all cruel women–

Come I to speak in Helmut’s funeral.

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