 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 984 psl.
...woman, I should your lordship. Duke. And what's her history ? Via. A blank, my lord : She never told her no sea-cap on your Take him away; he knows, 1 know...; I shall answer it. What will you do ? Now my ne at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? We men may say more, swear more : but, indeed, (prove Our shows... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 474 psl.
...woman, I should your lordship. Duke. And what's her history? Vio. A blank, my lord: She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud,...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 more... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 380 psl.
...history ? Vio. A blank, my lord : She never told ller love, But let concealment, like a worm \ the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought...melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.9 Was not this love, indeed ? [9] Mr. Theobald supposes this might possibly be borrowed from... | |
 | 1823 - 878 psl.
...Iliad, Book xii. 521. > She never told her love ; But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bod, Zz Feed Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ;...melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Twelfth Night, Act. ¡i. sc. 6. " There is a joy in grief when peace dwells with " the sorrowful.... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 psl.
...me, O, where Sad true lover ne'er find my grave, To weep there. CONCEALED LOVE. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud,...melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. ACT III. JESTER. This fellow's wise enough to play the fool; And, to do that well, craves... | |
 | British poets - 1824 - 676 psl.
...perfections) with one self king ! H 3 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. Since that my beauty cannot please his eye, I'll weep what's left away, and weeping die.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 370 psl.
...should your lordship. Duke. And what's her history? Vio. A blank, my lord: she never told her lovey Hot let concealment, like a worm i'the bud, Feed on her...damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And, with a green audyellow melancholy, She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed?... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1824 - 492 psl.
...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. Was not this love, indeed? We men may say more, swear more : but, indeed, Our shows are more... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 882 psl.
...nevertold her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'thc bud, feed on her damask check : she piu'd those, that trust them ! — I did hear The galloping of horse: who was't came by? Len. 'Tistwoor at grief. Was not this love, indeed? We men may say more, swear more: but, indeed, Our shows are more... | |
 | Samuel Richardson - 1824 - 976 psl.
...never told her love ; But let concealment, lite a worm i' th' 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. Now, chevalier, if you had any design in your pointing to these very pretty lines, I will... | |
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