I count him lost, who is lost to shame.
Men understand the worth of blessings only when they have lost them.
It is only when we have lost them that we fully appreciate our blessings.
In grasping at uncertainties we lost that which is certain.
I count him lost, who is lost to shame. [Lat., Nam ego illum periisse duco, cui quidem periit pudor.]
I have lost my oil and my labor. (Labored in vain.) [Lat., Oleum et operam perdidi.]