Cymon and Iphigenia.
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He trudged along, unknowing what he sought,
And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
Absalom and Achitophet.
A fiery soul, which, working out its way
Fretted the pigmy body to decay,
And o'er informed the tenement of clay.
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Great wits are sure to madness near allied,
And thin partitions do their bounds divide.
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Resolved to ruin or to rule the state.