Rejoice that man is hurled, From change to change unceasingly, His soul's wings never furled!
Robert BrowningThen welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
Robert Browning