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Melancholy: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations

All my griefs to this are jolly, Naught so damn'd as melancholy. S.— BURTON — Abstract to Anatomy of

Melancholy. All my joys to this are folly, Naught so sweet as melancholy.— BURTON — Abstract to Anatomy of

Melancholy. As melancholy as an unbraced drum.— CENTLIVRE — Wonder. Act II. Sc. 1.

With eyes upraised, as one inspired, Pale Melancholy sate retired; And, from her wild, sequester'd seat, In notes by distance made more sweet, Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul.— COLLINS — The Passions. L.57.

Melancholy Is not, as you conceive, indisposition Of body, but the mind's disease.— JOHN FORD — The Lover's Melancholy. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 111.

Tell us, pray, what devil This melancholy is, which can transform Men into monsters.— JOHN FORD — The Lover's Melancholy. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 107.

Here rests his head upon the lap of earth, A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown; Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for his own. C.— GRAY — Elegy in a Country Churchyard.

The Epitaph. Employment, sir, and hardships, prevent melancholy.— SAM'L JOHNSON — Boswell's Life of

Johnson. 1777. Moping melancholy, And moon-struck madness.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. XI. L. 485.

Go-you may call it madness, folly, You shall not chase my gloom away. There's such a charm in melancholy, I would not, if I could, be gay!— SAM'L ROGERS — To . St. 1.

Oh, if you knew the pensive pleasure That fills my bosom when I sigh, You would not rob me of a treasure Monarchs are too poor to buy.— SAM'L ROGERS — To St. 2. St. 2.

And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy. Taming of the Shrew. Induction. Sc. 2. L. 135. I can suck melancholy out of a song.— Shakespeare — As You Like It. Act II. Sc. 5. L. 12.

O melancholy! Who ever yet could sound thy bottom? find The ooze, to show what coast thy sluggish crare Might easiliest harbour in?— Shakespeare — Cymbeline. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 205.

The greatest note of it is his melancholy.— Shakespeare — Much Ado About Nothing. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 53.