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I Cannot call it Melancholy, but rather a dull Disposition, which is caused by a heavy black Humour, or a cold thick hu∣mour, or a slimy glassie humour, or a sharp Vitreolbred in the
Body; which penetrates the Body as it were, or stupifies the Sen∣ses, and quenches the Natural Heat. Thus the Body, like Stone. Walls up, or imprisons the Soul, or Mind, wherein it can nei∣ther be Active nor Free; this causeth a dull and sad Disposition, which kind of Disposition hath few Desires, and reguards not any thing, nor takes pleasure in Life, but lives as if it lived not.
Where true Melancholy is a serious Consideration; it exa∣mines the Worth and Nature of every thing; it seeks after Knowledge, and desires Understanding; it observes strictly, and most commonly distinguisheth judiciously, applyeth aptly, acteth with ingenuosity, useth Time wisely, lives honestly, dies con∣tentedly, and leaves a Fame behind it.
Where a dull Disposition is lasy and idle; neither considers, nor observes, but lives like a carved Statue; dies like a Beast that cares for no Monumental Remembrance.