SO far from the position holding true, that great wit (enius, in our modern way of speaking), has a necessary alliah insanity, the greatest wits, on the trary, will ever be found to he the sa writers. It is impossible for the mind to ceive of a mad Shakspeare. The greatness of wit, by which the poetic talent is here chiefly to he uood, mas itself in the admirable balance of all the faculties. Madness is the disproportioraining or excess of any one of them. "S a wit," says Cowley, speaking of a poetical friend,
"----did Nature to him frame, As all things but his judgment overcame,
His judgment like the heavenly moon did show,
Tempering that mighty sea below."
The ground of the mistake is, that men, finding in the raptures of the higher poetry a dition of exaltation, to which they have no parallel in their own experience, besides the spurious resemblance of it in dreams and fevers, impute a state of dreaminess and fever to the poet. But the true poet drea……（内容加载失败！）
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