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.]

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

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.

Whatever you can lose, you should reckon of no account.

Whatever you can lose, you should reckon of no account.

Oh, my friend, it's not what they take away from you that counts.
It's what you do with what read more

Oh, my friend, it's not what they take away from you that counts.
It's what you do with what you have left.

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.

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.]

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

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

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