With eyes upraised, as one inspired, Pale Melancholy sate retired; And, from her wild, sequesterd seat, In notes by distance made more sweet, Pourd through the mellow horn her pensive soul. CollinsThe Passions. L. 57.
Here rests his head upon the lap of earth, A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown; Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for her own. GrayElegy in a Country Churchyard. The Epitaph.
Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly! Theres nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to see t, But only melancholy, Oh, sweetest melancholy! Dr. StrodeSong in Praise of Melancholy. As given in Malones MSS. in the Bodleian Library. MS. No. 21. It appears in Dr. Strodes play, The Floating Island. Attributed to Fletcher, who inserted it in The Nice Valour. Act III. Sc. 3.