Posterity will know as little of me as I know of posterity.
I'm really very sorry for you all, but it's an unjust world, and virtue is triumphant only in theatrical performances.
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.
A policeman's lot is not a happy one
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!