The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues. Shakespeare.Alls Well that Ends Well, Act IV. Scene 3. (First Lord.)
Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off; And pity, like a naked new-born babe Striding the blast, or heavens cherubim horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. Shakespeare.Macbeth, Act I. Scene 7. (Macbeth contemplating the effect of his Assassination of Duncan.)
This spot for dwelling fit Eulogius chose, And in a month a decent homestall rose, Something between a cottage and a cell, Yet virtue here could sleep, and peace could dwell. Dr. Walter Harte.Eulogius.