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Melancholy: Quotations from Shakespearian Quotations

Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.— T. S. IND. 2.

Thick-ey'd musing, and curs'd melancholy. H.IV. PT. I. ii. 3. Besieged with sable-coloured melancholy.— L. L.. 1

The sad companion, dull-ey'd melancholy. I am wrapp'd in dismal thinkings.— A. W. v. 3.

Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. M.N. i.— M. N. i. 1

My cue is villanous melancholy, with a sigh like Tom 0' like Tom o' Bedlam.— K. L. i. 2

I have of late (but wherefore I know not) lost all my mirth, foregone all custom of exercises: and, indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition, that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excel. lent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me, than a foul and pesti-— H. ii. 2.

lent congregation of vapours. Melancholy as a lover's lute.— H. IV. PT. 1. i. 2.

Boy, what sign is it, when a man of great spirit grows melancholy?— L. L. i. 2.

We have been up and down to seek for thee; for we are high proof melancholy, and would fain have it beaten away:— M. A. V. 1.

Wilt thou use thy wit? I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation; nor the musician's, which is fantastical; nor the courtier's, which is proud; nor the soldier's, which is ambitious; nor the lawyer's, which is politic; nor the lady's, which is nice; nor the lover's, which is all these; but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects: and, indeed, the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me, is a most humorous sadness.— A.Y. iv. 1.

Why, he will look upon his boot, and sing; mend the ruff, and sing; ask questions, and sing; pick his teeth, and sing: I knew a man that had this trick of melancholy, sold a— A. W. iii. 2.

goodly manor for a song. Would the fountain of your mind were clear again, that I might water an ass at it.— T.C. iii. 3.

There's something in his soul, O'er which his melancholy sits on brood; And, I do doubt, the hatch, and the disclose, Will be some danger.— H. iü. L

O, melancholy! Who ever yet could sound thy bottom? find The ooze, to show what coast thy sluggish crare Might easiest harbour in?— Cym. iv. 2