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- Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow; He who would search for pearls must dive below.
- A fiery soul, which, working out its way,
- 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.
- A man so various, that he seem'd to be
- 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.
- And all to leave what with his toil he won
Last reviewed 2026-07-09