Cure sometimes, treat often, comfort always.
Love comforteth like sunshine after rain,
But lust’s effect is tempest after sun;
Love’s gentle spring doth always fresh remain,
Lust’s winter comes ere summer half be done.
Love surfeits not; lust like a glutton dies;
Love is all truth; lust full of forged lies.
– William Shakespeare
Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God.
For just as the sufferings of Christ flow over into our lives, so also through Christ our comfort overflows.
– The Bible