Much Madness is divinest Sense
Much MADNESS is divinest sense (Author)
To a discerning eye
Much sense the starkest madness.
‘T’ is the MAJORITY
In this, as all, prevail
Assent and you are sane
Demur, you’re straightway dangerous
And handled with a Chain.
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