From “Satire III”
As streams are, power is; those blest flowers that dwell
At the rough stream’s calm head thrive and do well,
But having left their roots and themselves given
To the stream’s tyrannous rage, alas, are driven
Through mills and rocks and woods, and at last, almost
Consumed in going, in the sea are lost.
So perish souls which more choose men’s unjust
Power from God claimed than God himself to trust.”
John Donne, born 1572.