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Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear.
Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear.
Losers must have leave to speak.
Losers must have leave to speak.
No man can lose what he never had.
No man can lose what he never had.
Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.
Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.
But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.
But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.
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.
A son could bear with great complacency, the death of his father,
while the loss of his inheritance might read more
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
la perdita del patrimonie.]
The cheerful loser is the winner.
The cheerful loser is the winner.
Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss
But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss
But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
