...your lordship. Duke. And what's her .history 1 Vio. A blank, my lord : she never told her love. Bat 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,...

...man, As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship. Duke. And what's her history? 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,...

...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, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat, (like patience on a monument)...

...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,...

...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...

...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...

...at length, all hung their heads in silent, unavailing melancholy !— the poor coat complained not, "but let concealment like a worm i' the bud, feed on her damaged cheek," — when, one fatal day, two of the best injured of her golden-haired children, fell...

...length, all hung their heads in silent, unavailing melancholy ! — the poor coat complained not, " but let concealment like a worm i' the bud, feed on her damaged cheek," — when, one fatal day, two of the best injured of her golden-haired children, fell...

...should your lordship. Duke. And what's her history? / .•". 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 ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument,...