The melancholy truth was that his glorious golden head had nothing in it

Almighty God teach you my dear brother...more wit and knowledge than to be taken in by a good for nothing destructive flirt and devil.

There's nothing glorious in dying. Anyone can do it.

So many of the loveliest things in England are melancholy.

A mist is rolling over the fields. Why is a summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?

It is a melancholy truth, that a suppression of the press could not more completely deprive the nation of its benefits than is done by its abandoned prostitution to falsehood