XI.
Much madness is divinest sense
To a discerning eye;
Much sense the starkest madness.
’T is the majority
In this, as all, prevails.
Assent, and you are sane;
Demur,—you’re straightaway dangerous,
And handled with a chain.
Thus—please undo—my chain—
It is—very—uncomfortable–
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The shorter version.
