Nightmare Abbey

Nightmare Abbey  (1818) 
by Thomas Love Peacock

  Matthew. Oh! it’s your only fine humour, sir. Your
true melancholy breeds your perfect fine wit, sir. I am
melancholy myself, divers times, sir; and then do I no
more but take pen and paper presently, and overflow
you half a score or a dozen of sonnets at a sitting.

Title page, 1818.

  Stephen. Truly, sir, and I love such things out of

  Matthew. Why, I pray you, sir, make use of my
study: it’s at your service.

  Stephen. I thank you, sir, I shall be bold, I warrant
you. Have you a stool there, to be melancholy upon?

BEN JONSON: Every Man in his Humour.
A. 3. S. 1.



This work was published before January 1, 1928, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.