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.