Every man is afraid of something. That's how you know he's in love with you; when he is afraid of read more

Every man is afraid of something. That's how you know he's in love with you; when he is afraid of losing you.

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

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

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.

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

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

Hope of ill gain is the beginning of loss.

Hope of ill gain is the beginning of loss.

It's the good loser who finally loses out.

It's the good loser who finally loses out.

We have lost morals, justice, honor, piety and faith, and that
sense of shame which, once lost, can never read more

We have lost morals, justice, honor, piety and faith, and that
sense of shame which, once lost, can never be restored.
[Lat., Periere mores, jus, decus, pietas, fides,
Et qui redire nescit, cum perit, pudor.]

Losers must have leave to speak.

Losers must have leave to speak.

For 'tis a truth well known to most,
That whatsoever thing is lost,
We seek it, ere read more

For 'tis a truth well known to most,
That whatsoever thing is lost,
We seek it, ere it comes to light,
In every cranny but the right.