Quintus Horatius Flaccus, The Satires, Epistles & Art of Poetry of Horace…
“ Not knowing that the world are just as bad. What constitutes a madman? if 'tis shown The marks are found in you and you alone, Trust me, I'll add no word to thwart your plan, But leave you free to perish like a man. The wight who drives through life with bandaged eyes, Ignorant of truth and credulous of lies, He in the judgment of Chrysippus' school And the whole porch is tabled as a fool. Monarchs and people, every rank and age, That sweeping clause includes,—except the sage. "Now listen while I show you, how the rest Who call you madman, are themselves possessed. ”
