Englands Prince Philip was toasted at a banquet once with two lines from John Dryden:
A man so various that he seemd to be
Not one, but all mankinds epitome.
The prince liked the lines so much he looked up the rest of the poem:
Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong;
Was everything by starts, and nothing long:
But, in the course of one revolving moon,
Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon.