Lose an hour in the morning, and you will spend all day looking for it.

Lose an hour in the morning, and you will spend all day looking for it.

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

Hope of ill gain is the beginning of loss.

Hope of ill gain is the beginning of loss.

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

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.]

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.

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!

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

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