From the recording The Anatomy of Melancholy
Narrator - Lauri Elling
All My Joys
When I recount love’s many frights,
My sighs and tears, my waking nights,
My jealous fits; O mine hard fate
I now repent, but ‘tis too late.
No torment is so bad as love,
So bitter to my soul can prove.
All my griefs to this are jolly,
Naught so harsh as melancholy.
Methinks I court, methinks I kiss,
Methinks I now embrace my miss.
O blessed days, O sweet content,
In Paradise my time is spent.
Such thoughts may still my fancy move,
So may I ever be in love.
All my joys to this are folly,
Naught so sweet as melancholy.
Robert Burton, The Anatomy of Melancholy