That loss is common would not make
My own less bitter, rather more:
Too common! Never morning read more

That loss is common would not make
My own less bitter, rather more:
Too common! Never morning wore
To evening, but some heart did break.

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!

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.

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

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

The cheerful loser is the winner.

The cheerful loser is the winner.

Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear.

Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear.

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.

Don't let something that doesn't matter cause you to lose something that does.

Don't let something that doesn't matter cause you to lose something that does.