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'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have lost at all.
'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have lost 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.] 
Every man is afraid of something. That's how you know he's in love with you; when he is afraid of read more
Every man is afraid of something. That's how you know he's in love with you; when he is afraid of losing you.
 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.] 
 But over all things brooding slept
 The quiet sense of something lost.  
 But over all things brooding slept
 The quiet sense of something lost. 
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.
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.
 Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
 Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.  
 Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
 Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns. 
Things that are not at all, are never lost.
Things that are not at all, are never lost.