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.]

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.

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.]

For the king knoweth of these things, before whom also I speak
freely: for I am persuaded that none read more

For the king knoweth of these things, before whom also I speak
freely: for I am persuaded that none of these things are hidden
from him; for this thing was not done in a corner.

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.

When we desire to confine our words, we commonly say they are
spoken under the rose.
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When we desire to confine our words, we commonly say they are
spoken under the rose.
- Sir Thomas Browne,

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.

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.

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.