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Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.
Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.
It's the good loser who finally loses out.
It's the good loser who finally loses out.
The cheerful loser is the winner.
The cheerful loser is the winner.
The loss which is unknown is no loss at all.
The loss which is unknown is no loss at all.
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.]
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.
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.
Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear.
Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear.
Hope of ill gain is the beginning of loss.
Hope of ill gain is the beginning of loss.
