Morn came and went — and came, and brought no day. - Lord Byron

The causes that have made me wretched would probably not have discomposed, or, at least, more than discomposed, another. We are all differently organized; and that I feel acutely is no more my fault (though it is my misfortune) than that another feels not, is his. We did not make ourselves, and if the elements of unhappiness abound more in the nature of one man than another, he is but the more entitled to our pity and our forbearance.

A man must serve his time to every trade
Save censure — critics are ready-made.

Pleasure's a sin, and sometimes sin's a pleasure.