The heart of a coquette is like a rose, of which the lovers pluck the leaves, leaving only the thorns for the husband.
A Thousand Flashes of French Wit, Wisdom, and Wickedness (1886)
The heart of a coquette is like a rose, of which the lovers pluck the leaves, leaving only the thorns for the husband.
A Thousand Flashes of French Wit, Wisdom, and Wickedness (1886)