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.

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

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

Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear.

Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear.

There are occasions when it is undoubtedly better to incur loss than to make gain.

There are occasions when it is undoubtedly better to incur loss than to make gain.

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.

Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss
But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.

Great lords, wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss
But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.

That puts it not unto the touch
To win or lose it all.

That puts it not unto the touch
To win or lose it all.

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.