Here rests his head upon the lap of earth, — Melancholy

"Melancholy sees the worst of things,—things as they may be, and not as they are. It looks upon a beautiful face, and sees but a grinning skull."

"As melancholy as an unbraced drum."

"Most musical, most melancholy" bird! A melancholy bird! Oh! idle thought! In nature there is nothing melancholy. But some night-wandering man, whose heart was pierced With the remembrance of a grievous wrong, Or slow distemper, or neglected love, (And so, poor wretch! filled all things with himself, And made all gentle sounds tell back the tale Of his own sorrow) he, and such as he, First named these notes a melancholy strain."

"Melancholy Is not, as you conceive, indisposition Of body, but the minds disease."

"Theres not a string attuned to mirth But has its chord in melancholy."

"All my griefs to this are jolly, Naught so damnd as melancholy."