No man can lose what he never had.
Good company in a journey makes the way to seem the shorter.
Old-fashioned poetry, but choicely good.
Good company and good discourse are the very sinews of virtue.
This dish of meat is too good for any but anglers, or very honest men.
Wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss,But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
Losers must have leave to speak.
But over all things brooding sleptThe quiet sense of something lost.
A wise man loses nothing, if he but save himself.
Beaten paths are for beaten men.
What's saved affordsNo indication of what's lost.
That puts it not unto the touchTo win or lose it all.
Things that are not at all, are never lost.
Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.
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