Coleridge : 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. (From “Dejection) Richard Burton: 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")