Let Will but set its appetite on war, And Reason will promptly invent offence, And furnish blood with arguments. - Alfred Austin

Never fear to weep;
For tears are summer showers to the soul,
To keep it fresh and green.

So, timely you came, and well you chose,
You came when most needed, my winter rose.
From the snow I pluck you, and fondly press
Your leaves 'twixt the leaves of my leaflessness.

[I]n all periods of transitional thought and belief the conscience suffers, since its old sanctions have been removed and none other have yet taken their place. It is undermined without being adequately propped up.