...! The peace of heav'n — The fellowship of all good souls be with thee ! Melancholy. By Beaumont. Hence , all you vain delights, As short as are the...spend your folly ; There's nought in this life sweet, Were men but wise to see't, But only Melancholy ; O sweetest Melancholy ! Welcome , folded arms and...

...addition of four more such stanzas, but evidently written by a meaner pen. IN PRAISE OF MELANCHOLY. HENCE, all you vain delights, As short as are the...sweet, If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy ; Oh, sweetest melancholy ! "Welcome, folded arras and fixed eyes, A sigh that, piercing, modifies,...

...third lines are doubled. The second line of the above may be doubled in the same way as is the fourth: Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly, O, false-envisaged Folly ! There's nought in this life sweet, If wise men were to see't, But only Melancholy,...

...! There 's nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to see 't, But only melancholy, Oh, sweetest melancholy ! Welcome, folded arms, and fixed eyes, A sigh that piercing mortifies, A look that 's fastened to the ground, A tongue chained up without a sound ! veins and] BM Kg. MS. 1994 ;...

...but we give it as one of the most finished compositions of the kind in our language : — MELANCHOLY. Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the...spend your folly ! There's nought in this life sweet, If'man were wise to все Ч, Hut only melancholy ; Oh, sweetest melancholy I Welcome, folded arms,...

...Milton. Almost equally fine are the following beautiful lines from a play of Beaumont and Fletcher. Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the...you spend your folly ! There's nought in this life swecte, If man were wise to sce't, Hut only melancholy ; Oh, sweftest melancholy! Welcome folded nrms,...

...surprising it laid hold of Milton and prompted him to utter on a like subject his own beautiful thoughts. Hence all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly ; There's nonght in this life sweet, Were men but wise to see 't, But only melancholy ; O sweetest melancholy...

...understand, in the least, what those fine, crusty old Elizabethans meant when they wrole, 'There's naught in this life sweet, If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy.' This noisy generation has losl Iheir secret As for me, I am conlenl wilh Ihe grays and drabs. I think...

...Sampson's eyes grew as weary as her voice. But Nancy was murmuring to herself joyously, triumphantly: Hence all you vain delights, As short as are the nights...sweet. If man were wise to see't. But only melancholy; O sweetest melancholy! Yes, pain was better than contentment if it meant poetry. (In her heart she...