Angels listen when she speaks: She ’s my delight, all mankind’s wonder; But my jealous heart would break Should we live one day asunder.
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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 chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon.
john dryden