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Melancholy, the subject of our present discourse, is either in disposition or habit.
In disposition, is that transitory melancholy which goes and comes upon every small occasion of sorrow, need, sickness, trouble, fear, grief, passion, or perturbation of the mind, any manner of care, discontent, or thought, which causeth anguish, dullness, heaviness, and vexation of spirit (…)
And from these melancholy dispositions, no man living is free.
(…) Melancholy in this sense is the character of mortality.

Robert Burton, The Anatomy of Melancholy