O knavish Beauregard, how is’t that thou yet breath pure air in Our exalted presence. Wherefore hast thou allowed my…
So why of all the lawyers, fixed on stern purusal And knavish Beauregard, the Min’ster of Recusal, Cast not their…
O Tory lords thou mak’st Our Grace forlorn Though carried quick lest ye like sheep be shorn Yet little do…
While all agree Our Grace the Power Grant’d To Pardon those we see are fit to free Why thinkest thou…
Today Mine wit doth e’en exceed Mine glory. Methinks I shallt changeth the name Hash Tag Fake News CNN, to…
To thine own greed be true, and it must follow as the night the day, that thou wilst be as…