In all the woes that curse our race there is a lady in the case.

My family pride is something inconceivable. I can't help it. I was born sneering.

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.

My object all sublime I shall achieve in time- To let the punishment fit the crime- The punishment fit the crime.

When every blessed thing you have is made of silver, or of gold, you long for simple pewter.

When you are lying awake with a dismal headache, and repose is tabooed by anxiety, I conceive you may use any language you choose to indulge in without impropriety.

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