O how feeble is man's power, that if good fortune fall, cannot add another hour, nor a lost hour recall!
John DonneAnd now good morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear; For love, all love of other sights controls, And makes one little room, an everywhere. Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone, Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown, Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.
John Donne