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Where secrecy or mystery begins, vice or roguery is not far off.
Where secrecy or mystery begins, vice or roguery is not far off.
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.]
I pray you all,
If you have hitherto concealed this sight,
Let it be tenable in your read more
I pray you all,
If you have hitherto concealed this sight,
Let it be tenable in your silence still.
And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,
Give it an understanding but no tongue.
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.
Men conceal the past scenes of their lives.
[Lat., Vitae poscaenia celant.]
Men conceal the past scenes of their lives.
[Lat., Vitae poscaenia celant.]
Never inquire into another man's secret; bur conceal that which
is intrusted to you, though pressed both be wine read more
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.]
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.]
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.
