Clinical Trials

The child of trial, to mortality
And all its changeful influences given;
On the green earth decreed to move and die,
And yet by such a fate prepared for heaven.

Trials teach us what we are; they dig up the soil, and let us see what we are made of; they just turn up some of the ill weeds on to the surface.

'Tis a lesson you should heed,
Try, try, try again.
If at first you don't succeed,
Try, try, try again.