Posterity shall know of me even less than I shall know of posterity.
Let the punishment fit the crime.
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.
There's a fascination frantic in a ruin that's romantic.
Oh, wouldn't the world seem dull and flat with nothing whatever to grumble at?