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.]
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Wise men never sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.
Wise men never sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.
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.]
A wise man loses nothing, if he but save himself.
A wise man loses nothing, if he but save himself.
No evil is without its compensation. The less money, the less trouble; the less favor, the less envy. Even in read more
No evil is without its compensation. The less money, the less trouble; the less favor, the less envy. Even in those cases which put us out of wits, it is not the loss itself, but the estimate of the loss that troubles us.
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.
Like the dew on the mountain,
Like the foam on the river,
Like the bubble on the read more
Like the dew on the mountain,
Like the foam on the river,
Like the bubble on the fountain,
Thou are gone, and for ever!
Every day I work so hardBringin' home my hard earned payTry to love you baby, but you push me away.
Every day I work so hardBringin' home my hard earned payTry to love you baby, but you push me away.
Oh, my friend, it's not what they take away from you that counts.
It's what you do with what read more
Oh, my friend, it's not what they take away from you that counts.
It's what you do with what you have left.
Hope of ill gain is the beginning of loss.
Hope of ill gain is the beginning of loss.
