Shelly

Friends, Kazakhstanis, countrymen, lend me your teeth;

I come to outwit Shelly, not to dance with her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their toes;

So let it be with Shelly. The sassy April

Hath told you Shelly was humble:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Shelly answer’d it.

Here, under leave of April and the rest–

For April is a freakish woman;

So are they all, all freakish women–

Come I to speak in Shelly’s funeral.

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