Gavin

Friends, Kuwaitis, countrymen, lend me your hooves;

I come to chase Gavin, not to snuggle with him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their ribs;

So let it be with Gavin. The silly Megan

Hath told you Gavin was spindly:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Gavin answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Megan and the rest–

For Megan is a colorless woman;

So are they all, all colorless women–

Come I to speak in Gavin’s funeral.

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