|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|The man is either mad, or making verses.|
Horace.Translated by Smart, Book II., Satire VII. Line 117.
|The mans as mad as his master! The strangest stranger that ever came to our house!|
Brome.The Merry Beggars, Act V.
|Are his wits safe? is he not light of brain?|
Shakespeare.Othello, Act IV. Scene 1. (Lodovico to Iago.)
|Sure the man is tainted in his wits.|
Shakespeare.Twelfth Night, Act III. Scene 4. (Maria to Olivia.)
|See that noble and most sovereign reason,|
Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.
Shakespeare.Hamlet, Act III. Scene 1. (Ophelia after Hamlet leaves her.)
| It shall be so;|
Madness in great ones must not unwatchd go.
Shakespeare.Hamlet, Act III. Scene 1. (The King resolving to send him to England.)
|It is the very error of the moon,|
She comes more nearer earth than she was wont,
And makes men mad.
Shakespeare.Othello, Act V. Scene 2. (Othello to Emilia.)
|That he is mad tis true; tis true, tis pity;|
And pity tis tis true.
Shakespeare.Hamlet, Act II. Scene 2. (Polonius to the Queen.)
|I am not mad;I would to heaven I were!|
For then tis like I should forget myself.
Shakespeare.King John, Act III. Scene 4. (Constance to Pandulph.)
|Why, this is very midsummer madness.|
Shakespeare.Twelfth Night, Act III. Scene 4. (Olivia to Maria.)
|My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time,|
And makes as healthful music.
Shakespeare.Hamlet, Act III. Scene 4. (To his Mother.)
|Though this be madness, yet there is|
Method in it.
Shakespeare.Hamlet, Act II. Scene 2. (Polonius with Hamlet.)
|By this time I am afraid the reader begins to suspect that he was crazy; and certainly when I consider everything, he must have been crazy when the wind was at N.N.E.|
De Quincey.Walking Stewart, pa. xi.
| By mine honesty,|
If she be mad, as I believe no other,
Her madness hath the oddest frame of sense
(Such a dependency of thing on things)
As eer I heard in madness.
Shakespeare.Measure for Measure, Act V. Scene 1. (The Duke on hearing Isabellas complaint.)
|Moody madness, laughing wild,|
Amid severest woe.
Gray.Prospect of Eton College, Stanza 8.
|And madness laughing in his ireful mood.|
Dryden.Palamon and Arcite, near the end.
|O, that way madness lies, let me shun that!|
Shakespeare.King Lear, Act III. Scene 4. (Lear to Kent.)
|There is a pleasure, sure, in being mad,|
Which none but madmen know.
Dryden.Spanish Friar, Act II. Scene 1.
|With a heart of furious fancies,|
Whereof I am commander;
With a burning spear,
And a horse of air,
To the wilderness I wander;
With a night of ghosts and shadows,
I summoned am to Tourney:
Ten leagues beyond
The wide worlds end;
Methinks it is no journey!
Anonymous.The last verse of a Tom-a-bedlam Song in Disraelis Curiosities of Lit. Vol. 2, pa. 317.