From “The Nice Valour,” Act III. Sc. 3.
HENCE, all ye vain delights,
As short as are the nights
  Wherein you spend your folly!
  There ’s naught in this life sweet,
  If man were wise to see ’t
      But only melancholy,
      O, sweetest melancholy!

Welcome, folded arms, and fixèd eyes,
A sigh that piercing mortifies,...