On melancholy

BRUTUS
Cassius,
Be not deceived: if I have veil'd my look,
I turn the trouble of my countenance Merely upon myself. Vexed I am
Of late with passions of some difference,
Conceptions only proper to myself
Which give some soil perhaps to my behaviors;
But let not therefore my good friends be grieved
— Among which number, Cassius, be you one—
Nor construe any further my neglect
Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
Forgets the shows of love to other men.