Thine arrows stuck and stuck fast in thee; the weight of thy torments thou wouldst not cast off, nor lessen, when at thy execution they offered thee that stupefying drink . . . thou wouldest not taste that cup of ease.  Deliver us, O Lord, in all our tribulations, from turning to the miserable comforters of this world, or from the wishing or accepting any other deliverance than may improve and make better our resurrection.

John Donne: Sermons.