A man so various, that he seem’d to be
Not one, but all mankind’s epitome;
Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong,
Was everything by starts, and nothing long;
But in the course of one revolving moon
Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon.

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Whate’er he did was done with so much ease,
In him alone ‘t was natural to please.

A fiery soul, which, working out its way,
Fretted the pygmy-body to decay,
And o’er-inform’d the tenement of clay.
A daring pilot in extremity;
Pleas’d with the danger, when the waves went high
He sought the storms.

Great wits are sure to madness near allied,
And thin partitions do their bounds divide.

Part i. Line 163.

And all to leave what with his toil he won
To that unfeather’d two-legged thing, a son.

Resolv’d to ruin or to rule the state.