l'état, c'est moi

multum in parvo

many a mickle makes a muckle

Those honest citizens who hear your words
That, like the proverbial weasel feign to say
Those things thou durst not state straightforwardly
But cowardly hint from shadows, nods, and winks;
Those honest citizens, I say, will not be gulled
By cavill'd slur: you speak of National Rail;
Now, in so far as National Rail's the gist
'Tis my oft-stated view, and shared by He
Who, trusted with the helm of this great Ship
Supported by his Cabinet, sails us true;
Thus stated forthrightly, it needs no bush;
Apology would make it seem I lack
That confidence you seek to undermine:
Be off, thou wormtongued enemy of mine!

je ne sais quoi