Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.

Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.

Hope of ill gain is the beginning of loss.

Hope of ill gain is the beginning of loss.

That loss is common would not make
My own less bitter, rather more:
Too common! Never morning read more

That loss is common would not make
My own less bitter, rather more:
Too common! Never morning wore
To evening, but some heart did break.

Losers must have leave to speak.

Losers must have leave to speak.

It's the good loser who finally loses out.

It's the good loser who finally loses out.

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.

Now those memories come back to haunt meThey haunt me like a curse

Now those memories come back to haunt meThey haunt me like a curse

No man can lose what he never had.

No man can lose what he never had.

What's saved affords
No indication of what's lost.

What's saved affords
No indication of what's lost.