By my troth, I take my young lord to be a very melancholy man.
I know a man that had this trick of melancholy sold a goodly manor for a song.
Why is he melancholy?
He would always say,— Methinks I hear him now; his plausive words He scatter’d not in ears, but grafted them To grow there, and to bear,—’Let me not live,’— This his good melancholy oft began, On the catastrophe and heel of pastime, When it was out,—’Let me not live’ quoth he, ’After my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff Of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses All but new things disdain; whose judgments are Mere fathers of their garments; whose constancies Expire before theirů
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Since her dog died she’s been in a melancholy mood.
This weather makes me melancholy. I can’t wait for spring,