PREFACE
PREFACE
Oh that mind gone mad fromst which all reason doth seep andst o’er flow with crazy deceits where all sanity retreats andst fromst the lips flowers do fly andst in all hours the mind in madness clouded where passions unchecked march andst of the mind that doth possess of all that beauty that only madness canst confess of the flames of passion in the heart that passions do tear apart whilst fromst the lips all but hear the babbling nonsense of a mind of disease but perhaps of sense to thee