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101 Madness

Madness by nature reigns within,
The passions burn and rage,
We lick the dust, we grasp the wind,
And solid good despise.

We give our souls the wounds they feel,
We drink the pois'nous gall,
The only balm is sov'reign grace
And the physician God.

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