The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and likewise pain.
... Nessun maggior dolore Che ricordarsi del tempo felice Nella miseria. (There is no greater pain than to remember a happy time when one is in misery.)
A mighty flame followeth a tiny spark.
That with him were, what time the Love Divine
Consider the sea's listless chime: Time's self it is, made audible.
One ought to be afraid of nothing other then things possessed of power to do us harm, but things innoucuous need not be feared.