Melancholy (n.) is the passion that above all others indulges itself, feeding despair with every desponding reflection at hand.
Melancholy (n.) does not hate merriment, whatever Horace says; moderate jollity delights serious people all the more for lifting the gloom they usually live in.
Melancholy (n.) of the agreeable kind, produced by poetry and music, is of all dispositions of the mind the best suited to love and friendship.
Melancholy (n.) was once encouraged by divines, since mankind never turns to superior powers so readily as in that mood; now that men reason, the preachers say life holds more pleasure than pain.
Melancholy (n.) of the philosophical kind asks: 'Where am I, or what? From what causes do I derive my existence, and to what condition shall I return?' — a brain heated by contradictions, environed in the deepest darkness.