Naught so sweet as melancholy.[185:2]

Anatomy of Melancholy.[185:3] The Author's Abstract.

I would help others, out of a fellow-feeling.[185:4]

Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader.

They lard their lean books with the fat of others' works.[185:5]

Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader.

We can say nothing but what hath been said.[185:6] Our poets steal from Homer. . . . Our story-dressers do as much; he that comes last is commonly best.

Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader.

I say with Didacus Stella, a dwarf standing on the shoulders of a giant may see farther than a giant himself.[185:7]

Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader.