 | Charles Gildon - 1718 - 394 sivua
...Woman, I fhould.your Lordfhip. Duke. And What's her Hiftory ? Via. A blank, my Ldrd: She never told her Love, But let Concealment, like a Worm i'th' Bud,...Melancholy, She fate like Patience on a Monument, Smiling at Grief. Was not this Love indeed ? . , We Men may fay more, fwear more, but indeed. Our fhews are more... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 582 sivua
...it might be, pdrhaps, were I a woman, I fhould your Lordfliip. Duke. And what's her hiftory ? Via. A blank, my Lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'th' bud, Feed on her dama/k cheek : fhe pjn'd in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, * She fat like Patience... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1767 - 314 sivua
...it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,* I fhould your Lordfhip. Duke. And what's her hiftory ? Via. A blank, my Lord: She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'th* bud, Peed on her damafk cheek : me pin'd in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She fat like... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1768 - 572 sivua
...As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, I fhould your Lordmip. Duke, And what's her hiftory ? Via. A blank, my Lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'th' bud, Feed on her damafk cheek : flie pin'd in thought -, And, with a green and yellow melancholy, 5 She fat like Patience... | |
 | George Huddesford - 1801 - 346 sivua
..." The very climax of injustice ! * 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 a green and yellow melancholy, She sat, like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. Twelfth Night, Act II. Sc. iv. BUBBLE AND SQUEAK.... | |
 | George Huddesford - 1801 - 196 sivua
..." The very climax of injustice ! * 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 a green and yellow melancholy, She sat, like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. Twelfth Night, Act II. Sc. ir. f " It is a lamentable... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 494 sivua
...history ? Via. 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, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? We men may say more,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 408 sivua
...history? Vio. A blank, my Lord: She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'the hud, F*ecd on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ; And, "with a green and yellow melancholy, She . sat like patience oil a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? "We men may say more,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 518 sivua
...her history r Vto. 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, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? We men may say more,... | |
 | Edward Dayes, Edward Wedlake Brayley - 1805 - 422 sivua
...melancholy, and a silent sadness. 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 a green and yellow melancholy, She sat, like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. SHAKESPEARE. Though the above is one of the effects... | |
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But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? 
