Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear.

Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear.

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

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

The loss which is unknown is no loss at all.

The loss which is unknown is no loss at all.

We have lost morals, justice, honor, piety and faith, and that
sense of shame which, once lost, can never read more

We have lost morals, justice, honor, piety and faith, and that
sense of shame which, once lost, can never be restored.
[Lat., Periere mores, jus, decus, pietas, fides,
Et qui redire nescit, cum perit, pudor.]

What you lend is lost; when you ask for it back, you may find a
friend made an enemy read more

What you lend is lost; when you ask for it back, you may find a
friend made an enemy by your kindness. If you begin to press him
further, you have the choice of two things--either to lose your
loan or lose your friend.
[Lat., Si quis mutuum quid dederit, sit pro proprio perditum;
Cum repetas, inimicum amicum beneficio invenis tuo.
Si mage exigere cupias, duarum rerum exoritur optio;
Vel illud, quod credideris perdas, vel illum amicum, amiseris.]

Losers must have leave to speak.

Losers must have leave to speak.

Hope of ill gain is the beginning of loss.

Hope of ill gain is the beginning of loss.

But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.

But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.

Whatever you can lose, you should reckon of no account.

Whatever you can lose, you should reckon of no account.