...never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm in the bud, prey on her damask cheek. She pined in thought, and with a green and yellow melancholy, she sat like Patience on a monument, smiling at Grief.' The duke inquired if this lady died of her love, but to this question Viola returned an...

...? Vin. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, Bui let concealment, like a worm i'the bnd, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ; And,...We men may say more, swear more : but, indeed, Our shows are more than will ; for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died...

...history? Vio. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ; And,...this love, indeed? We men may say more, swear more : hut, indeed, Our shows are more than will ; for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our...

...size or degree. B. Vio, She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek ; she pin'd in thought ; And,...yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiiing at grief. She sat likepatience on a monument, Smiling at grief.] . Mr. Theobald supposes this...

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...love-sick despondency ? — — She never told her love, Bntlet concealment, like a worm i'the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ; And with...monument Smiling at grief — Was not this love, indeed? " Common-place as this quotation may appear, it sets the copy at a great distance from its original...

...-blessed soul doth in Elysium. Two Ge'ttlemen of Verma, Act H St. ty. -She never told her love ; Feed on her damask cheek ; she pin'd in thought ; And with...melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. T-welfih-Xight, Act II. Sc.6. York. Then, as I said, the Duke, great Bolingbroke, Mounted...

...[love, Via. A blank, my lord: she never told her Rut let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, Sue sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. A Jester. This fellow is wise enough to play...

...told her lore, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her .1 HIM-!, cheek: she pined in thought, And, with a green and yellow melancholy,...monument, Smiling at Grief. Was not this love indeed?" The sigh that burst from the lips of Agnes, as her eyes dropped, and she resumed the fancy-work she...

...of Verona, Act II. Sc. 7. She never told her love; But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought; And with...melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. Twelfth-Night, Act II. Sc. 4. York. Then, as I said, the Duke, great Bolingbroke, Mounted...