Craz'd

[…] my Lord ſtar’d at him like a ſtuck Pig, and he as much at my Lord, till having diſpatch’d him I was fain to recover all by ſwearing he was a craz’d old Edge Hill Officer, that I kept upon Charity.

That the Laws of other Nations ſeem’d to him very defective and incongruous, who were very ſollicitous for the Bread of their Dogs and Horſes, and ſent a great way to get the beſt Stallions, and yet kept their Wives under Lock and Key, for fear of other Men; whereas themſelves were craz’d, old, or infirm, and more fit to propagate Diſeaſes than their Species.

[…] Mr. Criſp and I have Letters of hers ſtill by us, which, it may be, may fill another Half Sheet, but I would not beſtow much upon this craz’d old piece, which is now creeping into the Unity of the Quakers, and no way was to be found, but to make G. Whitehead a Gentleman Quaker, and to tell a few innocent Lies, to uphold their tottering Cauſe.

O diſpel the Clouds in which now his Soul is wrapped up: That he may come to a good Underſtanding of himſelf, and the Things of his Peace; reduce and heal the craz'''’d and broken Faculties: Or elſe ſettle and quiet them; pacify and compoſe them.

Whoſe recreant limbes are notcht with gaping ſcarres, / Thicker than any carking craftſ-mans ſcore: / Whoſe very skalp is ſcratcht, and craz’d, and broken, / Like an old mazer beaten on the ſtones: / And ſtand’ſt thou now to ſaue our maimed men? / A plague vpon thee coward.

He was very thoughtful and his Melancholly was ſo great, that at laſt it craz’d him: […]

[…]—my wife ſhe takes pity on un, and ſays ſhe’s ſure he’s only a little craz’d by his miſfortunes, eſpecially within theſe two or three days, ſince this laſt bad news from France, when, to be ſure, he have ſeemed like one rift of his wits.

But when I told the cruel scorn / Which craz’d this bold and lovely Knight, / And that he cross’d the mountain woods / ⁠Nor rested day nor night; […]