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.
Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 156.
Great wits are sure to madness near allied,
And thin partitions do their bounds divide.[267:3]
Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 163.
And all to leave what with his toil he won