He is growing more and more mad each day.

It's about a man, a poet, who seems to be growing mad and nearing insanity.

Then Antony grew mad with rage and terrible to see.

I grew mad with fear and loneliness, since all fled before me.

At these words the men grew mad with wrath, and flung their spears.

Without him in pursuit, the nymphs lost their identity, grew thin and mad.

Would he, too, grow mad from mourning the loss of her?

They grew mad with jealous hate, till at length came the end we knew.

But some wanted more, growing mad with power when there was no backlash from the mythical tribal council.

They eventually grew mad with power and crumbled into nothing.