Much madness is divinest sense
To a discerning eye;
Much sense is starkest madness.
‘This the majority
In this, as all, prevails.
Assent, and you are sane;
Demur,-you’re straightway dangerous,
And handled with a chain.
This poem reflects the
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tyranny of the majority
- approval of the majority factor
- unhappiness that might is right
- great love for mad poeple.