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.

The heart of a coquette is like a rose, of which the lovers pluck the leaves, leaving only the thorns for the husband.

The heart of a coquette is like a rose, of which the lovers pluck the leaves, leaving only the thorns for the husband.

The heart of a coquette is like a rose, of which the lovers pluck the leaves, leaving only the thorns for the husband.