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.
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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.
His eye begets occasion for his wit;
For every object that the one doth catch
The other read more
His eye begets occasion for his wit;
For every object that the one doth catch
The other turns to a mirth-moving jest,
Which his fair tongue, conceit's expositor,
Delivers in such apt and gracious words,
That aged ears play truant at his tales,
And younger hearings are quite ravished,
So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
As witnesses that the things were not done in a corner.
- Gen. Thomas Harrison,
As witnesses that the things were not done in a corner.
- Gen. Thomas Harrison,
But that's another story.
But that's another story.
Men conceal the past scenes of their lives.
[Lat., Vitae poscaenia celant.]
Men conceal the past scenes of their lives.
[Lat., Vitae poscaenia celant.]
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.]
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.]
Soft as some song divine, thy story flows.
Soft as some song divine, thy story flows.
