A love that took an early root,

And had an early doom.

Thomas K Hervey (1799-1859): The Devil's Progress.

For we by conquest, of our soveraine might,

And by eternall doome of Fate's decree,

Have wonne the Empire of the Heavens bright.

Edmund Spenser (1553-1599): Faerie Queene. Book vii. Canto xi. St. 33.

Alas! regardless of their doom,

The little victims play;

No sense have they of ills to come,

Nor care beyond to-day.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 6.

What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1.