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ROBERT BURTON,

Known to the learned by the name of Democritus junior,

was born in 1576. He was a man of great learning; a philosopher, a mathematician, an excellent classical scholar, and a very curious calculator of nativities. His “ Anatomy of Melancholy," a most singular work, in which Dr. Ferriar has detected the source of many of Sterne's most admired passages, was first published in 4to, 1621, and after passing through very many editions in folio, has been lately republished. Burton was fond of poetry, and left behind him a very curious poetical library.

THE ABSTRACT OF MELANCHOLY,

Prefixed to the Anatomy of Melancholy.

When I go musing all alone,
Thinking of divers things foreknown,
When I build castles in the air,
Void of sorrow, and void of fear,
Pleasing myself with phantasms sweet,
Methinks the time runs very fleet;

All my joys to this are folly,
Nought so sweet as melancholy.

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When I lie waking, all alone,
Recounting what I have ill done,
My thoughts on me theu tyrannize,
Fear and sorrow me surprise ;
Whether I tarry still, or go,
Methinks the time moves very slow.

All my griefs to this are jolly,
Nought so sad as melancholy.

When to myself I act, and smile,
With pleasing thoughts the time beguile ;
By a brook-side, or wood so green,
Unheard, unsought-for, or unseen,
A thousand pleasures do me bless,
And crown my soul with happiness.

All my joys besides are folly,
None so sweet as melancholy.

When I lie, sit, or walk alone,
I sigh, I grieve, making great moan,
In a dark grove, or irksome den,
With discontents and furies, then
A thousand miseries at once
Mine heavy heart and soul epsconce.

All my griefs to this are jolly,
None so sour as melancholy,

Methinks I hear, methinks I see,
Sweet music, wondrous mielody,
Towns, places, and cities fine,
Here now, then there, the world is mines
Rare beauties, gallant ladies shine,
Whate'er is lovely or divine.

All other joys to this are folly,
None so sweet as melancholy.

Methinks I hear, methinks I see
Ghosts, goblins, fiends :—my phantasie
Presents a thousand ugly shapes,
Headless bears, black

men,
and

apes.
Doleful outcries, fearful sights,
My sad and dismal soul affrights.

All my griefs to this are jolly,
None so damn'd as melancholy.

Methinks I court, methinks I kiss,
Methinks I now embrace my miss ;
O blessed days, O sweet content,
In Paradise my time is spent!
Such thought may still my fancy move,

I ever be in love!
All my joys to this are folly,
Nought so sweet as melancholy.

So may

When I recount love's many frights,
My sighs and tears, my waking nights,
My jealous fits; O mine hard fate
I now repent, but 'tis too late.
No torment is so bad as love,
So bitter to my soul can prove.

All my griefs to this are jolly,
Nought so harsh as melancholy.

Friends and companions, get you gone, "Tis my

desire to be alone; Ne'er well, but when my thoughts and I Do domineer in privacy.

gem, no treasure like to this,
'Tis my delight, my crown, my bliss.

All my joys to this are folly,
Nought so sweet as melancholy.

No

"Tis my sole plague to be alone,
I am a beast, a monster grown,
I will no light nor company,
I find it now my misery.
The scene is turn'd, my joys are gone,
Fear, discontent, and sorrows come.

All my griefs to this are jolly,
Nought so fierce as melancholy

I'll not change life with any king,
I ravish'd am ! can the world bring
More joy, than still to laugh and smile,
In pleasant toys time to beguile?
Do not, O do not trouble me,
So sweet content I feel and see.

All my joys to this are folly,
None so divine as melancholy.

I'll change my state with any wretch
Thou canst from jail or dunghill fetch.
My pain past cure; another hell;
I cannot in this torment dwell;
Now, desperate, I hate my life:
Lend me a halter or a knife.

All my griefs to this are jolly,
Nought so damn'd as melancholy.

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