MELANCHOLY.

Melancholy from the spleen begun,

By passion mov'd into the veins doth run;

Which when this humour as a swelling flood,

By vigour is infused in the blood,

The vital spirits doth mightily appal,

And weakeneth so the parts organical,

And when the senses are disturb'd and tir'd

With what the heart incessantly desir'd,

Like travellers with labour long oppress'd

Finding relief, eftsoons thy fall to rest.