A grief without a pang, void, dark and drear
A drowsy, stifled, unimpasssioned grief,
Which finds no natural outlet or relief
In word, or sigh, or tear.
Ile change my state with any wretch,
Thou canst from geale [jail] or dunghill fetch:
My paines past cure, another Hell,
I may not in this torment dwell,
Now desperate I hate my life,
Lend me an halter or a knife.
All my griefs to this are jolly,
Naught so damn'd as Melancholy.
(from "Abstract of Melancholy")