(RQ:RBrtn AntmyMlncl), Bk.I, New York 2001, p.148:
Melancholy, cold and dry, thick, black, and sour,(..)is a bridle to the other two hot humours, blood and choler, preserving them in the blood, and nourishing the bones.
Great sadness or depression, especially of a thoughtful or introspective nature.
1599, (w), (w), Act IV, Scene 1,http://www.opensourceshakespeare.org/views/plays/play_view.php?WorkID=asyoulikeit&Scope=entire&pleasewait=1&msg=pl
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 contemplation of my travels; in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.