As other men, so I myself do muse <br />Why in this sort I wrest invention so, <br />And why these giddy metaphors I use, <br />Leaving the path the greater part do go. <br />I will resolve you: I am lunatic, <br />And ever this in madmen you shall find, <br />What they last thought of when the brain grew sick <br />In most distraction they keep that in mind. <br />Thus talking idly in this bedlam fit, <br />Reason and I, you must conceive, are twain; <br />"Tis nine years now since first I lost my wit; <br />Bear with me then, though troubled be my brain. <br />With diet and correction men distraught <br />(Not too far past) may to their wits be brought.<br /><br />Michael Drayton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-ix-as-other-men/
