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William Shakespeare :
For do but note a wild and wanton herd Or race of youthful and unhandled colts Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud, Which is the hot condition of their blood; If they but hear perchance a trumpet sound, Or any air of music touch their ears, You shall perceive them make a mutual stand, Their savage eyes turned to a modest gaze By the sweet power of music.
[William Shake{peare (1564-1616), British poet. The Merchant of Venice (V, i). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.]
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Sir John Suckling :
Of thee (kind boy) I ask no red and white to make up my delight, no odd becoming graces, Black eyes, or little know-not-whats, in faces; Make me but mad enough, give me good store Of Love, for her I Court I ask no more, 'Tis love in love that makes the sport. There's no such thing as that we beauty call, it is meer cousenage all;
[Sir John Suckling (1609-1642), British poet, playwright. Of thee (kind boy) I ask no red and white (l. 1-10). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.]
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Monty Python's Flying Circus :
Some things in life are bad They can really make you mad Other things just make you swear and curse When you're chewing on life's gristle Don't grumble, give a whistle And this'll help turn things out for the best ... And ... always look on the bright side of life.
[Monty Python's Flying Circus. Mr. Frisbee III (Eric Idle), in Monty Python's Life of Brian (film), written and conceived by John Cleese, Graham Chapman, Terry Gilliam, Eric Idle, Terry Jones and Michael Palin (1979). First lines of a song that closes the film.]
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Anne Sexton :
I come back to your youth, my Nana, as if I might clean off the mad woman you became, withered and constipated, howling into your own earphone.
[Anne Sexton (1928-1974), U.S. poet. "Walking in Paris."]
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William Shakespeare :
I prithee, daughter, do not make me mad. I will not trouble thee, my child; farewell: We'll no more meet, no more see one another. But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter— Or rather a disease that's in my flesh, Which I must needs call mine.
[William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lear, in King Lear, act 2, sc. 4, l. 218-23.]
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Ralph Waldo Emerson :
And when his hours are numbered, and the world Is all his own, retiring, as he were not, Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone, Built in an age, the mad wind's night-work, The frolic architecture of the snow.
[Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882), U.S. poet, essayist. The Snow-Storm (l. 23-28). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.]
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William Shakespeare :
Why, he was met even now As mad as the vexed sea, singing aloud, Crowned with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds, With hardocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow In our sustaining corn.
[William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Cordelia, in King Lear, act 4, sc. 4, l. 1-6. The mad king has crowned himself with useless ("idle") weeds.]
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Robert Lowell :
All night I've held your hand, as if you had a fourth time faced the kingdom of the mad— its hackneyed speech, its homicidal eye— and dragged me home alive. . . .
[Robert Lowell (1917-1977), U.S. poet. Man and Wife (l. 8-12). . . Norton Anthology of American Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Nina Baym and others, eds. (2d ed., 1985) W. W. Norton & Company.]
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Mark Alexander Boyd :
Unhappy is the man for evermair That tills the sand and sawis in the air; But twice unhappier is he, I lairn, That feidis in his hairt a mad desire And follows on a woman thro the fire, Led by a blind and teachit by a bairn.
[Mark Alexander Boyd (1563-1601), Scottish poet. Fra Bank to Bank, Fra Wood to Wood I Rin (l. 9-14). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.]
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James Thomson :
The savage soul of game is up at once— The pack full-opening various, the shrill horn Resounded from the hills, the neighing steed Wild for the chase, and the loud hunter's shout— O'er a weak, harmless, flying creature, all Mixed in mad tumult and discordant joy.
[James Thomson (1700-1748), Scottish poet. Autumn (l. 71-75). . . Fellow Mortals; an Anthology of Animal Verse. Roy Fuller, comp. (1981) MacDonald and Evans Ltd.]
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