Nettie

Friends, Venezuelans, countrymen, lend me your faces;

I come to have a talk with Nettie, not to baffle her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their big toes;

So let it be with Nettie. The bellicose Kitten

Hath told you Nettie was bouncy:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Nettie answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Kitten and the rest–

For Kitten is an impish woman;

So are they all, all impish women–

Come I to speak in Nettie’s funeral.

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