For 'tis a truth well known to most,
That whatsoever thing is lost,
We seek it, ere read more

For 'tis a truth well known to most,
That whatsoever thing is lost,
We seek it, ere it comes to light,
In every cranny but the right.

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

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.]

It's the good loser who finally loses out.

It's the good loser who finally loses out.

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 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.

But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.

But over all things brooding slept
The quiet sense of something lost.

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

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

Hope of ill gain is the beginning of loss.

Hope of ill gain is the beginning of loss.