All things human change.

I know transplanted human worth will bloom to profit otherwhere.

And common is the commonplace, And vacant chaff well meant for grain.

A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.

But thy strong Hours indignant work’d their wills, And beat me down and marr’d and wasted me, And tho’ they could not end me, left me maim’d To dwell in presence of immortal youth, Immortal age beside immortal youth, And all I was, in ashes. - Tithonus

I stood on a tower in the wet, And New Year and Old Year met, And winds were roaring and blowing: And I said, "O years, that meet in tears, Have ye aught that is worth the knowing? Science enough and exploring, Wanderers coming and going, Matter enough for deploring, But aught that is worth the knowing?

On all things created remaineth the half-effaced signature of God, Somewhat of fair and good, though blotted by the finger of corruption.