A Man So Various, That He Seem'd To Be Not One, But All Mankind's Epitome

And heaven had wanted one immortal song.
-- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Absalom and Achitophel, Part i, Line 197...
So over violent, or over civil, That every man with him was God or Devil.
-- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Absalom and Achitophel, Part i, Line 557...
Whate'er he did was done with so much ease, In him alone 't was natural to please.
-- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Absalom and Achitophel, Part i, Line 27...
Beware the fury of a patient man.
-- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Absalom and Achitophel, Part i, Line 1005...
Than a successive title long and dark, Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's ark.
-- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Absalom and Achitophel, Part i, Line 301...
And all to leave what with his toil he won To that unfeather'd two-legged thing, a son.
-- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Absalom and Achitophel, Part i, Line 169...
His tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen.
-- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Absalom and Achitophel, Part i, Line 645...
Not only hating David, but the king.
-- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Absalom and Achitophel, Part i, Line 512...
Resolv'd to ruin or to rule the state.
-- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Absalom and Achitophel, Part i, Line 174...