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.]

For nothing is secret, that shall not be made manifest; neither
any thing hid, that shall not be known read more

For nothing is secret, that shall not be made manifest; neither
any thing hid, that shall not be known and come abroad.

Three may keep a secret if two of them are dead.

Three may keep a secret if two of them are dead.

The mind of a wise man is the safest custody of secrets; cheerfulness is the key to friendship; patience and read more

The mind of a wise man is the safest custody of secrets; cheerfulness is the key to friendship; patience and forbearance will conceal many defects.

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.]

Secrets are things we give to others to keep for us.

Secrets are things we give to others to keep for us.

Nothing is so oppressive as a secret: women find it difficult to
keep one long; and I know a read more

Nothing is so oppressive as a secret: women find it difficult to
keep one long; and I know a goodly number of men who are women in
this regard.
[Fr., Rien ne pese tant qu'un secret:
Le porter loin est difficile aux dames;
Et je sais meme sur ce fait
Bon nombre d'hommes que sont femmes.]

I have play'd the fool, the gross fool, to believe
The bosom of a friend will hold a secret
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I have play'd the fool, the gross fool, to believe
The bosom of a friend will hold a secret
Mine own could not contain.

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.