The Comparison. Poem by Henry Baker

Madness, and Love, are different but in Name,
And in Degree: Their Symptoms just the same.

A simple Frown the Lover's Peace destroys,
And in a Smile He finds a thousand Joys.

Great, in his Straw, the other Mad--Man reigns,
Kingdoms o'erthrows, and triumphs,--in his Chains;
Or, sunk beneath imaginary Ills,
Substantial Grief, and real Torment feels.

Bedlam for one, for t'other Hymen waits;
How hard to chuse between such equal Fates!
Equal! said I: ---
Ah no! Its Consequence does sadly prove
The greatest Madness is to be in Love.