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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But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
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But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
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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
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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
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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.
