Tis a mad world
Their services are, clock-like, to be set Backward and forward at their lord’s command. You know my father’s wayward, and his humour
Must
not receive
a check, for then all objects
Feed
both his grief and
his impatience
And those affections in him are like powder,
Apt to inflame with every little spark
And blowe up reason.
By Paulo,
in The Case is Altered (1.4.81-88),
Ben Jonson
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry d. 3, f. 80r