 | William Shakespeare - 1837 - 516 sivua
...lera, ßut let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, feed on her damask cheek : (he pin'd in tliought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like...patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this lore, indeed ? We men may say more, «wear more : but, indeed, Our shows are more than will ; for «till... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 790 sivua
...Feed on her damask cheek : she piu'd in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She eat like e. Oli. Then lead the way, fcood father; And heavens...act of mine ! ' Exeunt Sem l TWELFTH NIGHT. ACT V. ; lor still we prove MIH-II in our utv. . but little in our lote. ])itke. But died thy sister of her... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Michael Henry Rankin - 1841 - 266 sivua
...never 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,...we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Twelfih Night. Act ii Scene 4. OFTEN WON BY TALOCR. Sir Toby. Why then, build me thy fortunes upon... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 400 sivua
...never 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,...than will ; for still we prove Much in our vows, but litlle in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio. I am all the daughters of... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 394 sivua
...hi-i.tr> 7 I'iola. A blank, my hrd : She never told her love, Hut 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. Wat not this love, indeed '( %Ve men may say more, swear more ; but, indeed, Our shows are... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 508 sivua
...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:...grief. Was not this love, indeed? We men may say more, swearmore; but, indeed, Our shows are more than will , for still we prove Much in our vows , but liule... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 1008 sivua
...bud, Feed on bcr damask cheek : she pin'd in thought : And, with a green and yellow melancholy, > DicU hakespeare pro« Much in our vows, but little in our lore. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my bov ? Via.... | |
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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. 
