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 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!

What we learned here is love tastes bitter when it’s gone.

What we learned here is love tastes bitter when it’s gone.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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.]