That puts it not unto the touchTo win or lose it all.
No man can lose what he never had.
Things that are not at all, are never lost.
A wise man loses nothing, if he but save himself.
Losers must have leave to speak.
Wise men ne'er sit and wail their loss,But cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
What's saved affordsNo indication of what's lost.
Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.
But over all things brooding sleptThe quiet sense of something lost.
Beaten paths are for beaten men.
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