Benjamin

Friends, Nepalese, countrymen, lend me your little toes;

I come to irritate Benjamin, not to snuggle with him.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their intestines;

So let it be with Benjamin. The dapper Madeline

Hath told you Benjamin was silly:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Benjamin answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Madeline and the rest–

For Madeline is a sketchy woman;

So are they all, all sketchy women–

Come I to speak in Benjamin’s funeral.

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