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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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.]
A man can hide all things, excepting twain--
That he is drunk, and that he is in love.
A man can hide all things, excepting twain--
That he is drunk, and that he is in love.
Soft as some song divine, thy story flows.
Soft as some song divine, thy story flows.
In vain would I seek to discover
Why sad and mournful am I,
My thoughts without ceasing read more
In vain would I seek to discover
Why sad and mournful am I,
My thoughts without ceasing brood over
A tale of the time gone by.
[Ger., Ich weiss nicht was soll es bedeuten,
Dass ich so traurig bin:
Ein marchen aus alten Zeiten
Das kommt mir nicht aus dem Sinn.]
Where secrecy or mystery begins, vice or roguery is not far off.
Where secrecy or mystery begins, vice or roguery is not far off.
Why do you laugh? Change but the name, and the story s told of
yourself.
[Lat., Quid rides?]
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Why do you laugh? Change but the name, and the story s told of
yourself.
[Lat., Quid rides?]
Mutato nomine de te fabula narratur.]
But that's another story.
But that's another story.
The secret things belong unto the Lord our God: but those things
which are revealed belong unto us and read more
The secret things belong unto the Lord our God: but those things
which are revealed belong unto us and to our children for ever,
that we may do all the words of this law.
Secrets are things we give to others to keep for us.
Secrets are things we give to others to keep for us.
