Tis not for mortals always to be blest.
The athletic fool, to whom what heaven denied of soul, is well compensated in limbs.
Tis not too late to-morrow to be brave.
Music exalts each joy, allays each grief, expels diseases, softens every pain.
You don't ask a juggler which ball is highest in priority. Success is to do it all.
For want of timely care Millions have died of medicable wounds.