...a species which relieves itself by external sorrow, and loud lamentation ; she never shed a tear, " but let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought." Her virtues and her beauty having excited general admiration, the family, after...

...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?...

...Shakspeare, began reading the "Twelfth Night;" but when she came to these lines, She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud. Feed on her damask check. she burst into tears, and instantly left the room. I was surprised at the sudden emotion, and...

...lut let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, 'eed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ; ind, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, >miling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? Ve men may say more, swear more : but, indeed, rar shows...

...in which Viola tells Orsino of a young woman who concealed her love for a man: "She never told her love, / But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, / Feed on her damask cheek." 25 In contrast to die young woman referred to here (Viola is actually speaking of herself), Winnie...

...girl lays herself at a man's feet if she likes him. "Where do you see a girl like Viola's sister who let concealment like a worm i' the bud feed on her damask cheek?" JULlA: (ALMOST BURSTlNG WlTH FRUSTRATlON.) Aunt! l have no wish to be like Viola's sister neither do...

...should your lordship. / Duke. And what's her history? / Viola. 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? [II.iv.1o8-16] inadecuada para una comedia, cuando el frustrado...

...Sciv Viola on a woman's 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. Was not this love indeed? We men may say more, swear more, but indeed Our shows are more...

...history? Viola. A blank, my lord: she never told her love, But let concealment like a worm i'th'bud Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought, And...melancholy She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? Viola. I am all...

...never told her love, But let concealment, like 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. I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all the brothers too; - and yet I know not...