Whether elected or appointed he considers himself the Lord's anointed, and indeed the ointment lingers on him so thick you can't get your fingers on him.
He is not drunk, who from the floor, can rise and stand and shout for more
One would be in less danger From the wiles of the stranger If one's own kin and kith Were more fun to be with.
Every new year is the direct descendant, isn't it, of a long line of proven criminals?
Bankers are just like everybody else, except richer.
When I remember bygone days I think how evening follows morn So many I loved were not yet dead, So many I love were not yet born.