"Forth from my sad and darksome cell, From the deep abyss of Hell, Mad Tom is come to view the world again, To see if he can ease his distemper'd brain. Fear and despair pursue my soul. Hark! how the angry Furies howl! Pluto laughs, and Proserpine is glad, To see poor naked Tom of Bedlam mad. Through the woods I wander night and day To find my straggling senses."