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A fiery soul, which, working out its way, Fretted the pygmy-body to decay, And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay.[267-2] A daring pilot in extremity; Pleas'd with the danger, when the waves went high He sought the storms.

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Great wits are sure to madness near allied, And thin partitions do their bounds divide.[267-3]

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

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Resolv'd to ruin or to rule the state.

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And heaven had wanted one immortal song.

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But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand, And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land.[267-4]

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The people's prayer, the glad diviner's theme, The young men's vision, and the old men's dream![268-1]

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Behold him setting in his western skies, The shadows lengthening as the vapours rise.[268-2]

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Than a successive title long and dark, Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's ark.

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Not only hating David, but the king.

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Who think too little, and who talk too much.[268-3]

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