A Fiery Soul, Which, Working Out Its Way, Fretted The Pygmy-body To Decay, And O'er-inform'd The Tenement Of Clay.

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...
Not only hating David, but the king.
-- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Absalom and Achitophel, Part i, Line 512...
And heaven had wanted one immortal song.
-- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Absalom and Achitophel, Part i, Line 197...
Beware the fury of a patient man.
-- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Absalom and Achitophel, Part i, Line 1005...
His tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen.
-- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Absalom and Achitophel, Part i, Line 645...
Resolv'd to ruin or to rule the state.
-- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Absalom and Achitophel, Part i, Line 174...
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...
Great wits are sure to madness near allied, And thin partitions do their bounds divide.
-- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Absalom and Achitophel, Part i, Line 163...
Behold him setting in his western skies, The shadows lengthening as the vapours rise.
-- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Absalom and Achitophel, Part i, Line 268...