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Never inquire into another man's secret; bur conceal that which
is intrusted to you, though pressed both be wine read more
Never inquire into another man's secret; bur conceal that which
is intrusted to you, though pressed both be wine and anger to
reveal it.
[Lat., Arcanum neque tu scrutaveris ullius unquam, commissumve
teges et vino tortus et ira.]
Trust him not with your secrets, who, when left alone in your room, turns over your papers.
Trust him not with your secrets, who, when left alone in your room, turns over your papers.
Nothing is so oppressive as a secret: women find it difficult to
keep one long; and I know a read more
Nothing is so oppressive as a secret: women find it difficult to
keep one long; and I know a goodly number of men who are women in
this regard.
[Fr., Rien ne pese tant qu'un secret:
Le porter loin est difficile aux dames;
Et je sais meme sur ce fait
Bon nombre d'hommes que sont femmes.]
He who gives up the smallest part of a secret has the rest no
longer in his power.
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He who gives up the smallest part of a secret has the rest no
longer in his power.
[Ger., Wer den kleinsten Theil eines Geheimnisses hingibt, hat
den andern nicht mehr in der Gewalt.]
As witnesses that the things were not done in a corner.
- Gen. Thomas Harrison,
As witnesses that the things were not done in a corner.
- Gen. Thomas Harrison,
We trust our secrets to our friends, but they escape from us in
love.
[Fr., L'on confie son read more
We trust our secrets to our friends, but they escape from us in
love.
[Fr., L'on confie son secret dans l'amitie, mais il echappe dans
l'amour.]
Est rosa flos Veneris cujus quo furta laterent.
[Roughly meaning, The discourses of the table among true loving
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Est rosa flos Veneris cujus quo furta laterent.
[Roughly meaning, The discourses of the table among true loving
friends are held in strict silence.]
But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison house,
I could a tale read more
But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison house,
I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres,
Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
And each particular hair to stand on end
Like quills upon the fretful porpentine.
Leave in concealment what has long been concealed.
[Lat., Latere semper patere, quod latuit diu.]
Leave in concealment what has long been concealed.
[Lat., Latere semper patere, quod latuit diu.]
