Time brought resignation, and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
The history of melancholia includes all of us.
What I want back is what I was.
Nothing thicker than a knife’s blade separates happiness from melancholy.
Melancholy were the sounds on a winter’s night.
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage, where every man must play a part, And mine a sad one.
But in the expression of the countenance, which was beaming all over with smiles, there still lurked (incomprehensible anomaly!) that fitful stain of melancholy which will ever be found inseparable from the perfection of the beautiful.???
And so, being young and dipt in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.
