Ye people of England: exult and be glad For ye’re now at the will of the merciless mad. Why say ye that but authorities reign-Crown, Commons, and Lords! – You omit the insane! They’re a privileg’d class, whom no statute controls And their murderous charter exists in their souls. Do they wish to spill blood-they have only to play A few pranks-get asylum ‘d a month and a day-Then heigh! to escape from the mad-doctor’s keys, And to pistol or stab whoever they please.