’Tis sufficient to say, according to the proverb, that here is God’s plenty.

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 chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon.

A man so various that he seemed to be

All empire is no more than power in trust.

All human things are subject to decay,

All human things are subject to decay, And, when fate summons, monarchs must obey.

All, all of a piece throughout: Thy chase had a beast in view; Thy wars brought nothing about; Thy lovers were all untrue. ’Tis well an old age is out, And time to begin a new.

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

And kind as kings upon their coronation day.