Now, my young guest! methinks you are allycholly; I pray you, why is it? Shakespeare.Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act IV. Scene 2. (The Host to Julia in Boys clothes.)
Here rests his head upon the lap of earth, A youth to fortune and to fame unknown; Fair science frownd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy markd him for her own. Gray.Elegy, Verse 30.