William S. Gilbert

Humor is a drug which it's the fashion to abuse.

I always voted at my party's call, And never thought of thinking for myself at all I thought so little, they rewarded me By making me the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!

In all the woes that curse our race, There is lady in the case.

In all the woes that curse our race, There is lady in the case.

Humour is a drug which it's the fashion to abuse.

If you wish in this world to advance Your merits you're bound to enhance; You must stir it and stump it, And blow your own trumpet, Or, trust me, you haven't a chance.

Love, unrequited, robs me of my rest: Love, hopeless love, my ardent soul encumbers: Love, nightmare-like, lies heavy on my chest, And weaves itself into my midnight slumbers! - from Iolanthe