relatively permanent disorder of the mind
Give me a spirit that on this life’s rough sea
Loves t’ have his sails fill’d with a lusty wind,
Even till his sail-yards tremble, his masts crack,
And his rapt ship run on her side so low
That she drinks water, and her keel plo
- George Chapman (The Conspiracy and Tragedy of Charles, Duke of Byron)
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