“In man's most dark extremity
Oft succour dawns from Heaven.”

“Grown old in love from seven till seven times seven,
I oft have wished for Hell for ease from Heaven.”

“The sands of time are sinking
The dawn of heaven breaks;
The summer morn I've sighed for,
The fair, sweet morn, awakes.
Dark, dark hath been the midnight,
But dayspring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwellth
In Immanuel's hand”

“The most beautiful act of faith is the one made in darkness, in sacrifice, and with extreme effort.”

“Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,
But to be young was very heaven!”

“The ivyed oaks dark shadow falls
Oft picking up with wondering gaze
Some little thing of other days
Saved from the wreck of time.”

“Greatest fools are oft most satisfied.”

“Night's darkness is a bag that bursts with the gold of the dawn.”

“It is a little dark still, but there are warnings of the day and somewhere out of the darkness a bird is singing to the Dawn.”

“Prayed for so oft, the dawn of fight is come.
No more entreat the gods: with sword in hand
Seize on our fates; and Caesar in your deeds
This day is great or little.”
Nil opus est uotis, iam fatum accersite ferro. in manibus uestris, quantus sit Caesar, habetis.