You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire.

And yet I have had the weakness, and have still the weakness, to wish you to know with what a sudden mastery you kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire.
— Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

Better than Dickens?

The Moving Finger writes: and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it. — Fitzgerald’s Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam (quatrain 51 in his 1st edition) I have known this for more years than I can…