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.

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

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

Losers must have leave to speak.

Losers must have leave to speak.

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.]

A wise man loses nothing, if he but save himself.

A wise man loses nothing, if he but save himself.

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.

One of the great penalties those of us who live our lives in full view of the public must pay read more

One of the great penalties those of us who live our lives in full view of the public must pay is the loss of that most cherished birthright of man's privacy.

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

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

Lose an hour in the morning, and you will spend all day looking for it.

Lose an hour in the morning, and you will spend all day looking for it.