“Of these the false Achitophel was first;

A name to all succeeding ages curst;

For close designs and crooked counsels fit;

Sagacious, bold, and turbulent of wit;

Restless, unfix’d in principles and place;

In power unpleas’d, impatient of disgrace:

A fiery soul, which, working out its way,

Fretted the pygmy body to decay,

And o’er inform’d the tenement of clay.”