For that fine madness still he did retain

Which rightly should possess a poet's brain.

Michael Drayton (1563-1631): (Said of Marlowe.) To Henry Reynolds, of Poets and Poesy.

But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men,

To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess,

And roam along, the world's tired denizen,

With none who bless us, none whom we can bless.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. Canto ii. Stanza 26.