The pleasure of one's effect on other people still exists in age -- what's called making a hit. But the read more

The pleasure of one's effect on other people still exists in age -- what's called making a hit. But the hit is much rarer and made of different stuff.

Coquetry whets the appetite; flirtation depraves it. Coquetry is
the thorn that guards the rose--easily trimmed off when once read more

Coquetry whets the appetite; flirtation depraves it. Coquetry is
the thorn that guards the rose--easily trimmed off when once
plucked. Flirtation is like the slime on water-plants, making
them hard to handle, and when caught, only to be cherished in
slimy waters.
- Ik Marvel (pseudonym of Donald G. Mitchell),

Women know not the whole of their coquetry.

Women know not the whole of their coquetry.

Or light or dark, or short or tall,
She sets a springe to snare them all:
All's read more

Or light or dark, or short or tall,
She sets a springe to snare them all:
All's one to her--above her fan
She'd make sweet eyes at Caliban.

Coquetry is the essential characteristic, and the prevalent humor
of women; but they do not all practise it, because read more

Coquetry is the essential characteristic, and the prevalent humor
of women; but they do not all practise it, because the coquetry
of some is restrained by fear or by reason.

In his holy flirtation with the world, God occasionally drops a handkerchief. These handkerchiefs are called saints.

In his holy flirtation with the world, God occasionally drops a handkerchief. These handkerchiefs are called saints.

Flirting is the gentle art of making a man feel pleased with himself.

Flirting is the gentle art of making a man feel pleased with himself.

Like a lovely tree
She grew to womanhood, and between whiles
Rejected several suitors, just to learn
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Like a lovely tree
She grew to womanhood, and between whiles
Rejected several suitors, just to learn
How to accept a better in his turn.

In the School of Coquettes
Madam Rose is a scholar,--
O, they fish with all nets
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In the School of Coquettes
Madam Rose is a scholar,--
O, they fish with all nets
In the School of Coquettes!
When her brooch she forgets
'Tis to show her new collar;
In the School of Coquettes
Madam Rose is a scholar!