 | Andrew Becket - 1815 - 748 psl.
...of 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... | |
 | 1816 - 612 psl.
...thus describes the hectic waste of love-sick despondency ? — — She never told her love, Bntlet concealment, like a worm i'the bud, Feed on her damask...melancholy She sat like Patience on a monument Smiling at grief — Was not this love, indeed? " Common-place as this quotation may appear, it sets the copy... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1816 - 452 psl.
...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... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1816 - 490 psl.
...her history? [love, Via. A blank, my lord: she never told her Rut 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, Sue sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. A Jester. This fellow is wise enough to play... | |
 | Henry Home (lord Kames.), Lord Henry Home Kames - 1817 - 532 psl.
...Gentlemen of Verona, Act II. Sc. 7. 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. Twelfth-Night, Act II. Sc. 4. York. Then, as I said, the Duke, great Bolingbroke, Mounted... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1817 - 392 psl.
...l'"iola. A blank, my lord, she never told her love : She let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Prey on her damask cheek, she pin'd in thought. And with...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 shews are more... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1817 - 360 psl.
...: She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm Г the bud, Feed on her damask check : she pin'd in thought ; And, with a green and yellow...melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.9 Was not this love, indeed ? (9] Mr Theobald suppôts this might possibly be borrowed from... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 358 psl.
...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 : but, indeed, Our shows are... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1818 - 552 psl.
...history ? Viola. A blank, my lord, she never told her love : She let concealment, like a worm i' th' 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, but indeed, Our shews are more... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1818 - 342 psl.
...riol/s. A blank, my lord, she never told her lorn : She let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Prey on her damask cheek, she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patienc* on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not Out love indeed ? We men may say more, swear mere,... | |
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A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i... 
