 A blank, my lord. She 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 She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.  The Reminiscences of an Idler - Page 319by Henry Wikoff - 1880 - 596 pagesFull view - About this book
 | William Shakespeare - 1784 - 1118 pages
...I fhould your lordfhip. Duke. And what 'ь her hiftory ? Vio. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damafk cheek : fhe pin'd in thought j And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She fat like Patience... | |
 | Andrew Becket - 1787 - 494 pages
...falls into abatement and low price, Even in a minute! Twelfth Night, A. i, S. i. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damafk cheek. Twelfth Night, A. 2, S. 4, O, what a deal of fcorn looks beautiful In the contempt... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1788 - 590 pages
...turmoil, A bleffed foul doth in Elyfium. Two Gentlemen of Verona, a£l 2.fc.io. She never told her love ; But let concealment, like a worm i" the bud, Feed on her damafk cheek : fhe pin'd in thought ; And with a green and yellow melancholy, She fat like Patience... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 442 pages
...woman, I should your lordship. Duke. And what's her 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 j And, with a green and yellow melancholy, . She sat like patience... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 446 pages
...3. fhould your lordfhip. Duki. And what's her hiftory ? Via. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damafk cheek : fhe pin'd in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She fat like patience... | |
 | George Huddesford - 1801 - 346 pages
...MARTYRS. " Sure, to make traitors bite the dust is " 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... | |
 | George Huddesford - 1801 - 196 pages
...MARTYRS. " Sure, to make traitors bite the dust is " 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 494 pages
...woman, I should your lordship. Duke. And what's her 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... | |
 | Henry Whitfield - 1804 - 510 pages
...affections, resembling tlie fair maid whom the Bard of Avon has so exquisitely described. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek — . " Or, do you observe with Goldsmith, That the long pomp, the midnight masquerade,... | |
 | Edward Dayes, Edward Wedlake Brayley - 1805 - 432 pages
...its continuance be long, is accompanied with 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... | |
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