A Little Scorn Is Alluring.

He That First Cries Out Stop Thief, Is Often He That Has Stolen The Treasure.

A Hungry Wolf At All The Herd Will Run, In Hopes, Through Many, To Make Sure Of One.

A Woman Only Obliges A Man To Secrecy, That She May Have The Pleasure Of Telling Herself.

Nor Hell A Fury, Like A Woman Scorn'd.

I Know That’s A Secret, For It’s Whispered Everywhere.