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In the morning of the night ~~ When I woke to find you gone ~~ I knew your distant devil read more
In the morning of the night ~~ When I woke to find you gone ~~ I knew your distant devil ~~Must be draggin' you along
A wise man loses nothing, if he but save himself.
A wise man loses nothing, if he but save himself.
But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.
But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.
Losers must have leave to speak.
Losers must have leave to speak.
What we learned here is love tastes bitter when it’s gone.
What we learned here is love tastes bitter when it’s gone.
Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.
Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.
Whatever you can lose, you should reckon of no account.
Whatever you can lose, you should reckon of no account.
Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss
But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss
But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
A son could bear with great complacency, the death of his father,
while the loss of his inheritance might read more
A son could bear with great complacency, the death of his father,
while the loss of his inheritance might drive him to despair.
[Lat., Gli huomini dimenticano piu teste la morte del padre, che
la perdita del patrimonie.]
