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.

We are not ourselves
When nature, being oppressed, commands the mind
To suffer with the body.

We are not ourselves
When nature, being oppressed, commands the mind
To suffer with the body.

All of us are crazy in one way or another.

All of us are crazy in one way or another.

What is more insane than to vent on senseless things the anger
that is felt towards men?
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What is more insane than to vent on senseless things the anger
that is felt towards men?
[Lat., Quid est dementius quam bilem in homines collectam in res
effundere.]

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.]

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

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

Everyone is more or less mad on one point.

Everyone is more or less mad on one point.

Go, madman! rush over the wildest Alps, that you may please
children and be made the subject of declamation.
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Go, madman! rush over the wildest Alps, that you may please
children and be made the subject of declamation.
[Lat., I demens! et saevas curre per Alpes,
Ut pueris placeas et declamatio fias.]