Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.

Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.

But when Fate destines one to ruin it begins by blinding the eyes
of his understanding.

But when Fate destines one to ruin it begins by blinding the eyes
of his understanding.

Who then is sane? He who is not a fool.
[Lat., Quisnam igitur sanus? Qui non stultus.]

Who then is sane? He who is not a fool.
[Lat., Quisnam igitur sanus? Qui non stultus.]

They call me mad, while they are all mad themselves.
[Lat., Hei mihi, insanire me ajunt, ultro cum ipsi read more

They call me mad, while they are all mad themselves.
[Lat., Hei mihi, insanire me ajunt, ultro cum ipsi insaniunt.]

I can calculate the motion of heavenly bodies but not the madness of people.

I can calculate the motion of heavenly bodies but not the madness of people.

But the devil when he purports any evil against man, first
perverts his mind.
[Lat., At daemon, homini read more

But the devil when he purports any evil against man, first
perverts his mind.
[Lat., At daemon, homini quum struit aliquid malum,
Pervertit illi primitus mentem suam.]

Madam, I swear I use no art at all.
That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true 'tis pity,
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Madam, I swear I use no art at all.
That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true 'tis pity,
And pity 'tis 'tis true--a foolish figure.

There is a pleasure, sure,
In being mad, which none but madmen know!

There is a pleasure, sure,
In being mad, which none but madmen know!

O, hark! what mean those yells and cries?
His chain some furious madman breaks;
He comes--I see read more

O, hark! what mean those yells and cries?
His chain some furious madman breaks;
He comes--I see his glaring eyes:
Now, now, my dungeon grate he shakes.
Help! Help! He's gone!--O fearful woe,
Such screams to hear, such sights to see!
My brain, my brain,--I know, I know
I am not mad but soon shall be.