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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.]
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.]
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.
He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master.
Never inquire into another man's secret; bur conceal that which
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Never inquire into another man's secret; bur conceal that which
is intrusted to you, though pressed both be wine and anger to
reveal it.
[Lat., Arcanum neque tu scrutaveris ullius unquam, commissumve
teges et vino tortus et ira.]
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.]
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 secret at home is like rocks under tide.
A secret at home is like rocks under tide.
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.
