Here you will find the Poem Hypochondriacus of poet Charles Lamb
By myself walking, To myself talking, When as I ruminate On my untoward fate, Scarcely seem I Alone sufficiently, Black thoughts continually Crowding my privacy; They come unbidden, Like foes at a wedding, Thrusting their faces In better guests' places, Peevish and malecontent, Clownish, impertinent, Dashing the merriment: So in like fashions Dim cogitations Follow and haunt me, Striving to daunt me, In my heart festering, In my ears whispering, 'Thy friends are treacherous, 'Thy foes are dangerous, 'Thy dreams ominous.' Fierce Anthropophagi, Spectre, Diaboli, What scared St. Antony, Hobgoblins, Lemures, Dreams of Antipodes, Night-riding Incubi Troubling the fantasy, All dire illusions Causing confusions; Figments heretical, Scruples fantastical, Doubts diabolical, Abaddon vexeth me, Mahu perplexeth me, Lucifer teareth me- Jesu! Maria! liberate nos ab his diris tentationibus Inimici.
