Merely corroborative detail, intended to give artistic verisimilitude to an otherwise bald and unconvincing narrative.

I accept refreshment at any hands, however lowly.

I'm really very sorry for you all, but it's an unjust world, and virtue is triumphant only in theatrical performances.

I am a courtier grave and serious Who is about to kiss your hand: Try to combine a pose imperious With a demeanour nobly bland.

In short, whoever you may be, To this conclusion you'll agree, When every one is somebodee, Then no one's anybody!

When in that House MPs divide/If they've a brain and cerebellum, too/They've got to leave that brain outside/And vote just as their leaders tell 'em to.

All bayonets are bad.