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• He is a self-made man and worships his creator." John Brigh
• He rais'd a mortal to the skies, She drew an angel down.
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Alexander's Feast, Line 169...
• Cold on Canadian hills or Minden's plain, Perhaps that parent mourned her soldier slai
  Bent o'er her babe, her eye dissolved in dew, The big drops mingling with the milk he drew Gave the sad presage of his future years,-- The child of misery, baptized in tears....
• He has, I know not what, of greatness in his looks, and of high fate, that almost awes me.
  -- John Dryde...
• What precious drops are those Which silently each other's track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their infant dew?
  -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- The Conquest of Granada, Part ii, Act iii, Sc. 1...
• John the Baptist after poisoning a thief, Looks up at his hero, the Commander-in-Chief, Saying tell me great leader, but please make it brief Is there a hole for me to get sick in?
  The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly, Saying death to all those who would whimper and cry....
• Like all self-made men he worships his creator.
• Sooth'd with the sound, the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er agai
  And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain....