And So It Is In Politics, Dear

Right As An Aspen Lefe She Gan To Quake.

Whoso Will Pray, He Must Fast And Be Clean, And Fat His Soul, And Make His Body Lean.

For In Their Hearts Doth Nature Stir Them So Then People Long On Pilgrimage To Go And Palmers To Be Seeking Foreign Strands To Distant Shrines Renowned In Sundry Lands.

Hyt Is Not Al Golde That Glareth.

Woe To The Cook Whose Sauce Has No Sting.