All beauteous things for which we live By laws of space and time decay. But Oh, the very reason why I clasp them, is because they die.

-Cory,William originally  WilliamJohnson
  Ionica, Poems,'Mimnermus in Church'.

Beauteous the fleet before the gale; Beauteous the multitudes in mail, Rank'd arms and crested heads: Beauteous the garden's umbrage mild, Walk, water, meditated wild, And all the bloomy beds.

-Smart, Christopher
  A Song to David, stanza 78.