From “Childe Harold,” Canto III.
  THERE sunk the greatest, nor the worst of men,
  Whose spirit antithetically mixed
  One moment of the mightiest, and again
  On little objects with like firmness fixed,
  Extreme in all things! hadst thou been betwixt,
  Thy throne had still been thine, or never been;
  For daring made thy rise as fall:...