he will smile upon her, which will now be so unsuitable to her disposition, being addicted to a melancholy as she is
Now the melancholy god protect thee; and the tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is a very opal!
Nay, I’ll come; if I lose a scruple of this sport let me be boiled to death with melancholy.
She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i’ the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought; And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
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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,