He did nothing in particular, and did it very well.

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.

When the enterprising burglar isn't burgling; When the cut-throat isn't occupied in crime; He loves to hear the little brook a-gurgling; And listen to the merry village chime.

I accept refreshment at any hands, however lowly.

The idiot who praises, with enthusiastic tone, All centuries but this, and every country but his own.

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.

There's a fascination frantic in a ruin that's romantic.