Pity is sworn servant unto love; And thus be sure, wherever it begin To make the way, it lets the master in. - Samuel Daniel

And you shall find the greatest enemy
A man can have is his prosperity.

The bounds once overgone that hold men in,
They never stay; but on from bad to worse.
Wrongs do not leave off there where they begin,
But still beget new mischiefs in their course.

I that have loved thee thus before thou fadest,
My faith shall wax, when thou art in thy waning.
The world shall find this miracle in me,
That fire can burn when all the matter's spent.