...her 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,...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...

...lack retention"), Viola describes to him a woman who loves faithfully in silence: 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...

...I should your lordship. ORSINO: And what's her history? VIOLA: 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 VOCABULARY nature pranks her her natural beauty...

...the quotation from Tuvlfih S'igln wrong. Viola, responding to the Duke, remarks, "She never told her love, / But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, / Feed on her damask cheek" (II. iv. 110-12). "May your following," I cried, — and it is an absolute tact that the words were...

...Cymbeline, IV.ii.258); "bird of dawning" (31; Hamlet, Iil 58-60); and "no damask" (39), as in "[She] let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, / Feed on her damask cheek" (Twelfth Night, II. iv. 1 13— 15). Optimistic, yet consumed with irony, her remaining "classics"...

...She 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...patience on a monument, smiling at grief. [Twelfth Night II iv 108] The brainchild of Alan Evans of the Royal Eastbourne, the 'Ancients' as they are affectionately...

...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. Was not this love indeed? The hilarity and high spirits of Love's Labour's Lost are suddenly...

...never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm in 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.' The duke enquired if this lady died of her love, but to this question Viola returned an...

...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. Was not this love indeed? The Duke thinks it is. He is eager to complete the story with its...

...never told her love, But let concealment like a worm i'th' bud 1 10 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...