A fiery soul, which, working out its way,
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A man so various, that he seem'd to be
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And all to leave what with his toil he won
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But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand,
Dryden John/Absalom and Achitophel
Great wits are sure to madness near allied,
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So over violent, or over civil,
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The people's prayer, the glad diviner's theme,
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Whate'er he did was done with so much ease,
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