By this, I think, the dial points at five: Anon, I’m sure, the duke himself in person Comes this way to the melancholy vale; The place of death and sorry execution, Behind the ditches of the abbey here.
Thou say’st his sports were hinder’d by thy brawls: Sweet recreation barr’d, what doth ensue But moody and dull melancholy,— Kinsman to grim and comfortless despair,— And, at her heels, a huge infectious troop Of pale distemperatures and foes to life?
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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,