Sertraline: day three

I don't see any grey, philanderer.

From Don Juan, of course, first canto, stanza 213:

But now at thirty years my hair is gray--
     (I wonder what it will be like at forty?
I thought of a peruke the other day--)
     My heart is not much greener; and, in short, I
Have squander'd my whole summer while 'twas May,
     And feel no more the spirit to retort; I
Have spent my life, both interest and principal,
And deem not, what I deem'd, my soul invincible.

That about sums it up. Thanks, Byron.