Death, only death, can break the lasting chain; And here, ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain

All looks yellow to the jaundiced eye. [and therefore the solution is to fix the jaundiced eye.]

A brain of feathers, and a heart of lead.

With too much quickness ever to be taught; With too much thinking to have common thought.

If I am right, Thy grace impart Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, O, teach my heart To find that better way!

The lot of man - to suffer and to die.

Do you find yourself making excuses when you do not perform? Shed the excuses and face reality. Excuses are the loser's way out. They will mar your credibility and stunt your personal growth.