Falstaff: 'Henry IV, Part 1' act 5, sc. 4
There is a man
Who would be a king. This is such stuff
As past dreams would make his many morrows
That he, Princeling, may strut upon life's stage
As one with pride.
Yet this is a man
Who must know a past. That is the stage
As present nightmare on which he played so sad a part
That he, Pretender, needs now attend our co...
Thursday 27th June 2019 3:42 pm
Can it possibly be true
How the twelve months flew
Really twenty-four have passed
In terror of being outcast
Since that dire vote to leave
The parties it seems must all deceive
Mindless of the real cost
All thoughts of governance long lost
So the lady May survive
Gainst all that ministers contrive
Regardless of the pundits' sense
Ever blind to the expense
Thursday 20th December 2018 12:05 pm
They come together
in this place outside
yet at the centre of our world.
We have asked of them
Have demanded nothing of them
except our future.
Who are these gods in whom we place our trust?
Who are these gods that we have selected?
These are the senate that we once elected:
The senators that ...
Thursday 9th November 2017 2:56 pm
‘D’ MOCK CRASS Y? AND THE RULE OF LAW
Oh Citadel of Westminster, look down on your creation:
millions of damned and blighted lives – the remnants of a nation.
Yes, you forgot that power corrupts, and honed your fell foul skills
till power, close to absolute, finds England wracked with ills.
Now this Quixote – errant knight – tilts at your spinning members
Tuesday 22nd April 2014 11:04 am