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.

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!

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.

It is a species of coquetry to make a parade of never practising
it.

It is a species of coquetry to make a parade of never practising
it.

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.

Or light or dark, or short or tall,
She sets a springe to snare them all:
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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.

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.