Now I know that MPs too often think their parliamentary orations are Churchillian but I saw that a bit of Shakespeare seems to be creeping in to the proceedings by the back door. My political anorak eagle-eyed colleague at work noticed that a Hansard reporter seems to have drifted off to a world of Shakespeare, perchance to dream. Have a look at the bottom of this page. Any rational explanations would be welcomed. Failing that your best Shakespeare/Parliamentary puns will have to do. Make them good otherwise I’ll have to make the unkindest cut of them all.
How use doth breed a habit in a man.
I shall not look upon its like again.
But were we burdened with like weight of pain,
As much or more we should ourselves complain.
Be great in act, as you have been in thought.
Till by broad spreading it disperses to naught.
I must be cruel only to be kind;
Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
I wish you well and so I take my leave, I shall wear my heart upon my sleeve
I Pray you know me when we meet again.
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below.
Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
While thou livest keep a good tongue in thy head.
Or close the wall up with our English dead!
Who is the Shakespeare bloke then?
or:
“There was a young man from Djakarta” etc etc etc