So it was often said of me, his mind
Is broken. Look how peculiar he's
Become, as if there were ever a time
Or reference which showed my normalcy,
Setting right this strange recondite repose
In which I so dangerously linger.
To find myself now nakedly exposed
And wasted by this constant malinger
Earns me no credit, being private by
Nature, and not given to judge those who
Have caused no injury, except to break
Spurious hope, or bring disappointment to
An ambition not theirs, but mine to make.
Seek not cause in such senseless emotions,
As wayward as swells of drifting oceans.
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