After ten months' melancholy,/ Became a good and honest man.

The first cuckoo's melancholy cry.

Boy, what sign is it when a man of great spirit grows melancholy?

The child is father of the man;/ And I could wish my days to be/ Bound each to each by natural piety.

A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays And confident tomorrows

The child is father of the man