Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking,
Beside ten thousand freaks that died in thinking,
Blest madman, who could every hour employ
With something new to wish or to enjoy.
Railing and praising were his usual themes,
And both to show his judgment in extremes.
So over violent or over civil,
That every man with him was God or devil.
In squandering wealth was his peculiar art,
Nothing went unrewarded but desert.