The secret things belong unto the Lord our God: but those things
which are revealed belong unto us and read more

The secret things belong unto the Lord our God: but those things
which are revealed belong unto us and to our children for ever,
that we may do all the words of this law.

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,

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.

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.

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.

We trust our secrets to our friends, but they escape from us in
love.
[Fr., L'on confie son read more

We trust our secrets to our friends, but they escape from us in
love.
[Fr., L'on confie son secret dans l'amitie, mais il echappe dans
l'amour.]

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.