Various, Punch, or the London Charivari…
“ To a majority of them We safely may entrust our freedom. But mere M.P.'s? With venal phlegm They'd sell it—for the mess of Edom. Mesopotamia—blessèd word!— Than the word "Peer" is far less blessèd! Mere Commoners are crass, absurd, Foolish as Creon, false as Cressid. To trust to an elected mob Our Glorious Empire, were sheer treason; But dukes and earls may do the job, For a Peer's robe must cover reason. ”
