There is an order Of mortals on the earth, who do becomeOld in their youth, and die ere middle age,Without the violence of warlike death;Some perishing of pleasure, some of study, Some worn with toil, some of mere weariness,Some of disease, and some insanity,And some of wither’d or of broken hearts;For this last is a malady which slaysMore than are number’d in the lists of Fate,Taking all shapes and bearing many names.

-George Gordon Byron

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