There's nothing that allays an angry mind So soon as a sweet beauty.
Francis Beaumont, John Fletcher (1855). “Beaumont and Fletcher: or, The finest scenes, lyrics, and other beauties of those two poets, now first selected from the whole of their works, to the exclusion of whatever is morally objectionable: with opinions of distinguished critics, notes explanatory and otherwise, and a general introductory preface”, p.207