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.
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A secret at home is like rocks under tide.
A secret at home is like rocks under tide.
I hate
To tell again a tale once fully told.
I hate
To tell again a tale once fully told.
At this point therefore let us begin our narrative, without
adding any more to what has already been said; read more
At this point therefore let us begin our narrative, without
adding any more to what has already been said; for it would be
foolish to lengthen the preface while cutting short the history
itself.
Tell it not in Gath, publish it not in the streets of Askelon;
lest the daughters of the Philistines read more
Tell it not in Gath, publish it not in the streets of Askelon;
lest the daughters of the Philistines rejoice, lest the daughters
of the uncircumcised triumph.
Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say,
Two may keep counsel, putting one away?
Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say,
Two may keep counsel, putting one away?
For thre may kepe a counsel, if twain be awaie.
For thre may kepe a counsel, if twain be awaie.
How can we expect another to keep our secret if we cannot keep it
ourselves.
How can we expect another to keep our secret if we cannot keep it
ourselves.
Men conceal the past scenes of their lives.
[Lat., Vitae poscaenia celant.]
Men conceal the past scenes of their lives.
[Lat., Vitae poscaenia celant.]
