October 3, 2019

A few passages that stood out from my recent reading of The Anatomy of Melancholy by Robert Burton:

If there be a hell upon earth, it is to be found in a melancholy man’s heart.”

All other diseases whatsoever, are but flea-bitings to melancholy in extent: tis the pith of them all.”

Thou canst not think worse of me than I do of myself.”

He that increaseth wisdom, increaseth sorrow.”

Now go and brag of thy present happiness, whosoever thou art, brag of thy temperature, of thy good parts, insult, triumph, and boast; thou seest in what a brittle state thou art, how soon thou mayst be dejected, how many several ways, by bad diet, bad air, a small loss, a little sorrow or discontent, an ague, &c.; how many sudden accidents may procure thy ruin, what a small tenure of happiness thou hast in this life, how weak and silly a creature thou art.“

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