First they came for the Communists,
  and I didn’t speak up,
    because I wasn’t a Communist.
Then they came for the Jews,
  and I didn’t speak up,
    because I wasn’t a Jew.
Then they came for the Catholics,
  and I didn’t speak up,
    because I was a Protestant.
Then they came for me,
  and by that time there was no one
    left to speak up for me.

Friedrich Schiller: Nanie:

 Even Beauty must die!
 That which subdues men and gods,
 does not move the steely heart
 of the Stygian Zeus.
 Only once did love touch
 the ruler of the underworld,
 and still upon the threshold, sternly
 he recalled his gift.
 Aphrodite does not tend 
 the lovely youth's wound,
 torn by the savage boar
 in his graceful body.
 The immortal mother does not save
 the godly hero
 when, dying at the Scaean gate,
 his destiny he fulfills.
 But she rises from the sea
 with all Nereus's daughters
 and the lament for
 the exalted son goes up.
 Behold, the gods weep,
 all the goddesses weep
 that beauty must fade,
 that perfection must die.
 Even to be an elegy
 in the mouth of the beloved is glorious
 (for the ordinary goes down unsung
 to Orcus.)