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Pleasant and Diver tive. 33
We laugh at you Wise Men, that thus do despise Men,
Whose Senses you think to Decline ;
Mark well and you'll see, what you count but Frenzy,
Is indeed but Raptures Divine.
Then be thou Mad, &c.
Let the Grave and the Wise, pluck out their Eyes,
To set forth a Book worth a Groat ;
We Mad-men are quicker, grow Learn'd with good
Liquor,
And Chirp a Merry note.
Then be thou Mad, &c.
Hast thou lost thy Estate Man, why, care not for that
Man,
What Wealth may'st not fancy thy own ;
More than Queen Dido, or her Ass-Ear'd Midas,
That great Philosopher's stone.
Then be thou Mad, &c.
Pompey was a Mad-man, and so long a Glad-man ;
But at length he was forc'd to flee ;
For Ccesar from Gallia beat him in Tharsalia,
. 'Cause a madder Fellow then he.
Then be thou Mad, &c.
'Twas this Extasie brave, that the great Courage gave,
If your Eyes were but ope'd and would see ;
To great Alexander, that mighty Commander,
As Mad a Fellow as could be.
Then be thou Mad, &c.
Then around goes a Health to the Lady o'th' House,
If any Man here does forsake it ;
For a Fool let him go, we know better Manners,
And so we mean to take it.
Then be thou Mad, &c.
There's no Night Mirth's going, nor any Lad wooing,
But Mad-men are privy unto it ;
For the Stars so peep, into every such thing,
And wink upon us as you do it.
Then be thou Mad, &c.
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