By this time I am afraid the reader begins to suspect that he was crazy; and certainly when I consider everything, he must have been crazy when the wind was at N.N.E. De Quincey.Walking Stewart, pa. xi.
By mine honesty, If she be mad, as I believe no other, Her madness hath the oddest frame of sense (Such a dependency of thing on things) As eer I heard in madness. Shakespeare.Measure for Measure, Act V. Scene 1. (The Duke on hearing Isabellas complaint.)
With a heart of furious fancies, Whereof I am commander; With a burning spear, And a horse of air, To the wilderness I wander; With a night of ghosts and shadows, I summoned am to Tourney: Ten leagues beyond The wide worlds end; Methinks it is no journey! Anonymous.The last verse of a Tom-a-bedlam Song in Disraelis Curiosities of Lit. Vol. 2, pa. 317.