Danger will wink on opportunity.
Every cloud has a silver lining.
Tears such as angels weep.
Hung over her enamour'd, and beheld Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar graces.
And, when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.
Neither prosperity nor empire nor heaven can be worth winning at the price of a virulent temper, bloody hands, an anguished spirit, and a vain hatred of the rest of the world.