a passage which was Eliot's favorite --
 "Beneath the stars, upon yon meteor
  Ever hung my fate, 'mongst things corruptible;
  I ne'er could pluck it from him; my loathing
  Was prophet to the rest, but ne'er believed."
  -- Thomas Middleton, The Changeling (V, iii)
a haunting strain 
[ps - sorry to be posting it again - kindly bear with me]