...her history ? Via. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'the 1 know him well. Ant. I must obey. — This comes...; 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...

...her 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 more...

...denotes the melancholy cause of her demise." " No doubt," interrupted the youth with the blue cravat, " ' And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like Patience on a monument,' As Ben Jonson says. Egad ! I thought I should whip in something at last." — The guide looked a reproof...

...the melancholy cause of Ъer demise." " No doubt," interrupted the youth with the blue cravat, " ' And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like Patience on a monument,' As Ben Jonson says. Egad ! I thought I should whip in something at last."— The guide looked a reproof...

...night or day, could iind my way Blind- told to the main top bowltug.' — DIBDIN. " She never told her love ; But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damnsk cheek." — SIIAKSPEARE. While at St. Andrew's, in North America, Captain M'Intyre, of the merchant...

...thrones, are all supply'd, and fill'd, (Her sweet perfections) with one self king ! H 3 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. Since that my beauty cannot please his eye, I'll weep what's left away, and weeping die....

...grave, To weep there. CONCEALED LOVE. 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. ACT III. JESTER. This fellow's wise enough to play the fool; And, to do that well, craves...

...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...

...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...

...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, Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling...