world-weary

O here

Will I ſet vp my euerlaſting reſt:

And ſhake the yoke of inauſpicious ſtarres

From this world-wearied fleſh: […]]

In the cafés of the Boule Miche, where the decadent movements are hatched and the fledgling Verlaines come to drown their sorrows in vermouth, you may see the lacklustre visages and tumbled hair of "diabolical" poets and the world-weary figures of end-of-the-century youngsters pledging their mistresses in American grog.