He felt misery, loneliness, a terrible need for love.

His drinke, the running streame, his cup, the bare
Of his palme cloasde, his bed, the hard cold ground:
To this poore life was Misery ybound.

For death is gain to him whose life, like mine, is full of misery

He knew that loneliness was poisoning him, so that he grew viler as well as more unhappy.

He felt old and miserable, going through life trying to peddle a personality of which people would not even accept a free sample.

"I am the most miserable person who ever lived," he said... "You are young, and in love," said Primus. "Every young man in your position is the most miserable young man who ever lived."

Poorly (poor man) he lived; poorly (poor man) he died.

And so he mourned as he moved about the world, deserted and alone, lamenting his unhappiness day and night, until death's flood brimmed up in his heart.

My suffering left me sad and gloomy.

The worst kind of loneliness gripped him. The kind you feel alongside another person.

3270. Long life hath long Misery.

Slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.

It's the saddest sight to see, Scully, a man lettin his own life slip through his hands.

He watched the scene and thought of life; and (as always happened when he thought of life) he became sad. A gentle melancholy took possession of him. He felt how useless it was to struggle against fortune, this being the burden of wisdom which the ages had bequeathed him.