Darin

Friends, Myanmarans, countrymen, lend me your lungs;

I come to caress Darin, not to shake him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their jaws;

So let it be with Darin. The sarcastic Bones

Hath told you Darin was cheerful:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Darin answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Bones and the rest–

For Bones is a creepy man;

So are they all, all creepy men–

Come I to speak in Darin’s funeral.

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