They say you are a melancholy fellow

Jaques

I prithee, pretty youth, let me be better acquainted with thee.

Rosalind

They say you are a melancholy fellow.

Jaques

I am so; I do love it better than laughing.

Rosalind

Those that are in extremity of either are abominable fellows and betray themselves to every modern censure worse than drunkards.

Jaques

Why, ’tis good to be sad and say nothing.

Rosalind

Why then, ’tis good to be a post.

Jaques

I have neither the scholar’s melancholy, which is emulation, nor the musician’s, which is fantastical, nor the courtier’s, which is proud, nor the soldier’s, which is ambitious, nor the lawyer’s, which is politic, nor the lady’s, which is nice, nor the lover’s, which is all these: but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry’s contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me m a most humorous sadness.

William Shakespeare, As you like it