Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.
I have of late--but wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercise.
Night's candles have burned out, and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountaintops." Hope tinged with melancholy - like life.
Let me be boiled to death with melancholy.
I can suck melancholy out of a song as a weasel sucks eggs.