...her— • She never told her lore, "But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud, " Feed on her dnmask cheek : she pin'd in thought, " And, with a green..." She sat, like Patience on a monument, " Smiling at grief." SHAKIP^ARE.' Faithful though afflicted — the bloom of youth faded— the neighbours began,...

...I"»c, B • She never told her love, "Bui let concealment, like a worm i'lhe bud, " Feed on her dnmask cheek : she pin'd in thought, " And, with a green..." She sat, like Patience on a monument, " Smiling at grief." SHAKSPEAHE.* Faithful though afflicted—the bloom of youth faded—the neighbours began,...

...told her love; But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed 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." Our social glee and cheerfulness were now completely clouded ; we sat down to our meals,...

...Speaking of a maid in love, he says, She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ;...Patience, on a monument, Smiling at Grief. Twelfth Night. What an image is here given ! and what a task would it have been for the greatest masters of Greece...

...history ? fio.fh. 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 ;...melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. ^ Was not this love, indeed ? [9] Mr. Theobald suppose thii might possibly be borrowed from...

...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...

...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 ;...melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed? We men may say more, swear more : hut, indeed, Our shows are more...

...history ? 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 ;...melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? We men may say more, swear more : but, indeed, Our shows are...

...whatever 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 ;...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...

...A -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 ;...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...