 | William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe - 1709 - 572 pàgines
...blank, my Lord: She never told her Love, But 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, She fate like Patience on a Monument, Smiling at ©rief. Was not this Love indeed? We Men may fay more,... | |
 | Charles Gildon - 1718 - 394 pàgines
...blank, my Ldrd: She never told her Love, But 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, She fate like Patience on a Monument, Smiling at Grief. Was not this Love indeed ? . , We Men may fay more,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1747 - 310 pàgines
...never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'th' bud, Feed on her damaflc cheek ; ГЬе pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She fat like Patience OB a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ? We men may fay more, fwear more, but indeed... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1768 - 572 pàgines
...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 on a monument,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1768 - 368 pàgines
...Lordfhip. Duke. And what's her hiftory ? O 4 Vie. Via. A blank, my Lord: fhe never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'th' bud, Feed on her damafk cheek: fhe pin'd in thought \ And, with a green and yellow melancholy. She fat like Patience on a monument,... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1788 - 400 pàgines
...never told her love ; " But let concealment, like a worm i'th'bud, *' Feed on her damafli cheek : fhe pin'd in thought, " And with a green and yellow melancholy, " She fat hke Patience on a monument, i' Smiling at Grief" Blefs me ! Captain Crevelt (parting.) I did'nt fee... | |
 | Nixon - 1788 - 578 pàgines
...made fuch a fad change in fo fprightly a girl, fhe, from excefs of modefty, " never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm i'th' bud, feed on her damafk cheek." The circumftance which had more Immediately prefled upon her mind, and plunged her into forrow iand... | |
 | Mrs. Bennett (Agnes Maria) - 1794 - 508 pàgines
...compofing her features ; let me fee, what was it my Lord firft taught me, " She never told her love, but let concealment like a worm 'ith bud, feed on her damafk cheek ;" and then I forget what followed, fomething about green and yellow melancholy, but the beft was at... | |
 | George Huddesford - 1801 - 196 pàgines
...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... | |
 | George Huddesford - 1801 - 346 pàgines
...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.... | |
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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. 
