The ones you mentioned are not too shabby, though, eh? Besides, in the days (not far?) ahead, we will likely experience the truth of these words from the pen of Chesterton (via the lips of Our Lady in The Ballad of the White Horse):
"I tell you naught for your comfort,
Yea, naught for your desire,
Save that the sky grows darker yet,
And the sea rises higher."
Courage, love - courage.