But suppose it past, — suppose one of these men, as I have seen them meagre with famine, sullen with despair, careless of a life which your lordships… - Lord Byron

Marriage from love, like vinegar from wine — A sad, sour, sober beverage — by time
Is sharpen’d from its high celestial flavour
Down to a very homely household savour.

As tragédias terminam com a morte, (All tragedies are finished by a death,)
E as comédias terminam em casório; (All comedies are ended by a marriage.)
Depois, deixa-se o herói à própria sorte, (The future states of both are lefth to faith,)
Pois teme o autor dizer algo simplório (For authors fear description might disparage)
Sobre o Além-vida, ou sobre os dois consortes, (The worlds to come of both, of fall beneath)
E que o chamem de herege, ou de finório; (And then both worlds would punish their miscarriage)
Deixando a cada um o seu mister, (So leaving each their priest and prayer book ready,)
Nada dizem da morte, ou da mulher. (They say no more of death or of the lady)

The constitution of Darvell, which must from his appearance have been in early life more than usually robust, had been for some time gradually giving away, without the intervention of any apparent disease: he had neither cough nor hectic, yet he became daily more enfeebled; his habits were temperate, and he neither declined nor complained of fatigue; yet he was evidently wasting away: he became more and more silent and sleepless, and at length so seriously altered, that my alarm grew proportionate to what I conceived to be his danger.