The Anatomy of Melancholy

by Robert Burton

[2332]Concussis cecidere animis, seu frondibus ingens

Sylva dolet lapsis———

[2334]Non ulli pastos illis egre diebus

Frigida (Daphne) boves ad flumina, nulla nec amnem

Libavit quadrupes, nec graminis attigit herbam.

The swains forgot their sheep, nor near the brink

Of running waters brought their herds to drink;

The thirsty cattle, of themselves, abstained

From water, and their grassy fare disdain'd.

There is another sorrow, which arises from the loss of temporal goods and fortunes, which equally afflicts, and may go hand in hand with the preceding; loss of time, loss of honour, office, of good name, of labour, frustrate hopes, will much torment; but in my judgment, there is no torture like unto it, or that sooner procureth this malady and mischief: