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.

The coquets of both sexes are self-lovers, and that is a love no other whatever can dispossess.

The coquets of both sexes are self-lovers, and that is a love no other whatever can dispossess.

Women know not the whole of their coquetry.

Women know not the whole of their coquetry.

Women flirt to keep their stock high, men to get somewhere.

Women flirt to keep their stock high, men to get somewhere.

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),

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.

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.

Such is your cold coquette, who can't say "No,"
And won't say "Yes," and keeps you on and off-ing
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Such is your cold coquette, who can't say "No,"
And won't say "Yes," and keeps you on and off-ing
On a lee-shore, till it begins to blow,
Then sees your heart wreck'd, with an inward scoffing.