Must I go on and watch complacently
The fairest promise turned to rottenness
By bigots—dull, reactionary fools?
Why, I could form a better Government
(With Riddell’s and my faithful Swansea’s help)
Of certain Davieses and sundry Jones,
Llewellyns a few, an Evans here and there,
A sprinkle of the goodly Williams blood;
And not a Chamberlain among the lot
To dull our spirits with his laggard’s breath.