Lindy

Friends, Finns, countrymen, lend me your ribs;

I come to peek at Lindy, not to stump her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their fingernails;

So let it be with Lindy. The garrulous Joseph

Hath told you Lindy was brazen:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Lindy answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Joseph and the rest–

For Joseph is an unruffled man;

So are they all, all unruffled men–

Come I to speak in Lindy’s funeral.

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