There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamt of unhappiness, and waked herself with laughing.
William ShakespeareHow wayward is this foolish love that, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse and presently, all humble, kiss the rod.
William Shakespeare