...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. Was not this love, indeed? We men may say more, swear more : hut, indeed, Our shows are more...

...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, Smiiing at grief. She sat likepatience on a monument, Smiling at grief.] . Mr. Theobald supposes this...

...Ge'ttlemen of Verma, Act H St. ty. -She never told her love ; 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. T-welfih-Xight, Act II. Sc.6. York. Then, as I said, the Duke, great Bolingbroke, Mounted...

...never told her love, Bntlet 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 — Was not this love, indeed? " Common-place as this quotation may appear, it sets the copy...

...lord ! She never told her lore, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her .1 HIM-!, cheek: she pined in thought, And, with a green and...melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. Was not this love indeed?" The sigh that burst from the lips of Agnes, as her eyes dropped,...

...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. 4. York. Then, as I said, the Duke, great Bolingbroke, Mounted...

...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 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 shews are more...

...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. Was not this love, indeed ? We men may say more, swear more : but, indeed, Our shows are...

...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,...

...addition of two parenthesis, give full power and perfect beauty to the whole figure. I read : she pin'd in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, (like patience on a monument,) Smiling at grief. The parenthetical part of the passage requires modulation of the voice. The Poet represents...