I can always find a little comfort during dark times in the simple, cheerful words with which Shakespeare ends his oeuvre, in the closure of The Two Noble Kinsmen:

"O you heavenly charmers,
What things you make of us! For what we lack
We laugh, for what we have, are sorry; still
Are children in some kind. Let us be thankful
For that which is, and with you leave dispute
That are above our question. Let's go off
And bear us like the time."

For all the unattainably profound thoughts about humanity and the world that Shakespeare must have had throughout his career, it makes me glad that his last lines are words of comfort and good cheer.