No joy so great but runneth to an end, No hap so hard but may in fine amend. - Robert Southwell

Not Solomon, for all his wit,
Nor Samson, though he were so strong,
No king nor person ever yet
Could 'scape, but Death laid him along.

When Fortune smiles, I smile to think
How quickly she will frown.

As in hoary winter's night stood shivering in the snow,
Surprised I was with sudden heat which made my heart to glow;
And lifting up a fearful eye to view what fire was near,
A pretty babe all burning bright did in the air appear.