Quotes
Quotes about Melancholy
Under the shade of melancholy boughs,
Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time;
If ever you have look'd on better days,
If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church,
If ever sat at any good man's feast.
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 in a most humorous sadness.
Duke. And what's her history?
Vio. A blank, my lord. 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.
He is of a very melancholy disposition.
Fish not, with this melancholy bait,
For this fool gudgeon, this opinion.
There's naught in this life sweet,
If man were wise to see 't,
But only melancholy;
O sweetest Melancholy!
Naught so sweet as melancholy.
Aristotle said melancholy men of all others are most witty.
Moping melancholy
And moon-struck madness.
Sweet bird, that shun'st the noise of folly,
Most musical, most melancholy!
And taste
The melancholy joy of evils past:
For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.
Plac'd far amid the melancholy main.
Employment, sir, and hardships prevent melancholy.
Here rests his head upon the lap of earth,
A youth to fortune and to fame unknown:
Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth,
And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.
Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow,
Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po.
Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train,
To traverse climes beyond the western main;
Where wild Oswego spreads her swamps around,
And Niagara stuns with thundering sound.
When lovely woman stoops to folly,
And finds too late that men betray,
What charm can soothe her melancholy?
What art can wash her guilt away?
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.
Nothing except a battle lost can be half so melancholy as a battle won.
Elysian beauty, melancholy grace,
Brought from a pensive though a happy place.
Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste.
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,
Of wailing winds and naked woods and meadows brown and sear.
Ay, in the very temple of Delight
Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shine.
There's not a string attuned to mirth
But has its chord in melancholy.
Warm lights are on the sleepy uplands waning
Beneath dark clouds along the horizon rolled,
Till the slant sunbeams through the fringes raining
Bathe all the hills in melancholy gold.
