All human things are subject to decay, And, when fate summons, monarchs must obey. - John Dryden

All human things are subject to decay

Those who write ill, and they who ne'er durst write,
Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.

...when the youthful pair more closely join,
When hands in hands they lock, and thighs in thighs they twine;
Just in the raging foam of full desire,
When both press on, both murmur, both expire,
They grip, they squeeze, their humid tongues they dart,
As each would force their way to th'others heart.
In vain; they only cruise about the coast.
For bodies cannot pierce, nor be in bodies lost,
As sure they strive to be, when both engage
In that tumultuous momentary rage.
So tangled in the nets of love they lie,
Till man dissolves in that excess of joy.

It is sufficient to say, according to the proverb, that here is God's plenty.