O how feeble is man's power, that if good fortune fall, cannot add another hour, nor a lost hour recall!
John DonneThat subtle knot which makes us man So must pure lovers souls descend T affections, and to faculties, Which sense may reach and apprehend, Else a great Prince in prison lies.
John DonnePoor heretics there be,Which think to establish dangerous constancy,But I have told them, โSince you will be true,You shall be true to them, who are false to you.
John Donne