Abbess. And therefore came it that the man was mad; The venom clamours of a jealous woman Thou say'st his meat was sauced with thy upbraidings : Therefore the raging fire of fever bred ; And what's a fever but a fit of madness ? Comedy of Errors. Act v. Scene 1. Servant. Seeing too much sadness hath congeal'd your blood And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy. Taming of the Shrew. Induction, Scene 3. Mad call I it: for, to define true madness, ITS PHEΝΟΜΕΝΑ. Hamlet. Act ii. Scene 2. Polonius. Though this be madness, yet there's method in it. A happiness that madness often hits on, which reason and sanity could not so prosperously be delivered of. Ibid. Hamlet. It is not madness, That I have utter'd: bring me to the test, Ibid. Act iii, Scene 4. POLONIUS, with his oracular absurdity, is I fear not far behind our advanced knowledge on this deeply interesting subject, a subject which remains, even with our wisest physiologists, wrapt in much mystery. Till within a few years of our times, insanity was talked of solely, and treated principally, as a disease of the mind : (what is the mind?) Not many lustrums more will pass, I imagine, before it is looked upon solely as a disease of the body. The former system generally failed in the remedies, I trust the latter will be more successful. Undoubtedly of all diseases that flesh is heir to, it is the most grievous, as affecting the nobler part of our nature. Whether it is that anatomists have been misled by metaphysicians, (generally but blind guides, and all differing amongst themselves,) or from whatever causes, the human brain has never until late years been the subject of such devoted examination and study, as its station, as instrument of thought, entitles it to. Things have taken a slight change lately in this respect, and much light may be expected to be thrown on mental philosophy in consequence. The medical reader cannot fail to peruse the extract on some of the causes of insanity, with interest and admiration, IRRE L TION. Lady Macbeth. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour, Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, Macbeth. Act i. Scene 7. Wolsey. We must not stint Our necessary actions, in the fear To cope malicious censurers: which ever, That is new trimm'd; but benefit no further If we shall stand still, In fear our motion will be mock'd or carp'd at, King Henry VIII. Act i. Scene 2. * "And" in the original. The "yet" strengthens the author's sense so much, that I have ventured to insert it. KN WLEDGE. ITS INESTIMABLE VALUE. Lord Say. Ignorance is the curse of God; Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to heaven. 2nd part King Henry VI. Act iv. Scene 7. Cerimon. Virtue and cunning * are endowments greater Than nobleness and riches: careless heirs May the two latter darken and expend; I have made familiar To me and to my aid the blest infusions That nature works, and of her cures; which gives me A more content in course of true delight Than to be thirsty after tottering honour, Or tie my treasure up in silken bags, To please the fool and death. Pericles. Act iii. Scene 2. ABOUT four thousand years ago, there was one who wrote that "Wisdom is more precious than rubies;" and not so Here used for "knowledge." (German "kennen" to know. H |