John Dryden

A fiery soul, which, working out its way,
Fretted the pygmy-body to decay,
And o'er-informed the tenement read more

A fiery soul, which, working out its way,
Fretted the pygmy-body to decay,
And o'er-informed the tenement of clay.

Stiff in opinion, always in the wrong.

Stiff in opinion, always in the wrong.

Ever a glutton, at another's cost,
But in whose kitchen dwells perpetual frost.

Ever a glutton, at another's cost,
But in whose kitchen dwells perpetual frost.

For that can power give more than food and drink,
To live at ease, and not be bound to read more

For that can power give more than food and drink,
To live at ease, and not be bound to think?

Those wanting wit affect gravity, and go by the name of solid men.

Those wanting wit affect gravity, and go by the name of solid men.