Editorial — Introduction — To the Antidote Against Melancholy, 1661
Adalmar.—“An Antidote!
Restore him whom thy poisons have laid low.”...
Isbrand.—“A very good and thirsty melody;
What say you to it, my Court Poet?”
Wolfram.—“Good melody! When I am sick o’ mornings,
With a horn-spoon tinkling my porridge pot,
’Tis a brave ballad.”
(T. L. Beddoes: Death’s Jest Book, Acts iv. & v.)