Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying!
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 courts
As one who lied.
So this is a man
Who misled his people. Yet we are his votes
As now may ask account and question why today
That he, prosecuted, may still stand for high office
As one who leads.
We are the people
Who he would rule. Are we such puny stuff
As would allow such a man his power to lead our land
That he, Prime Minister, may lie some more
As one we trust?
May his past be his final prologue
With apologies to Shakespeare