Many people know of Shakespeare’s “Friends, Romans, Countrymen” speech, but not as many know its third through fifth lines: “The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Caesar.” A lot of bones have been interred this year in New York City, cremated and buried in private graveyards and our potter’s field. (How odd we seem to have an island for everything.) It seems to me that the shame of working for Mayor Bill de Blasio — surely not …