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...[Exeunt MONTAGUE and Lady. BEN. Good morrow, cousin. ROM. Is the day so young ?l " She never told her love, " But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, " Feed on her damask cheek." . In the last Act of this play our poet has evidently imitated the Rosamond of Daniel; and in the present...

...adjectively, and vice versa ; and that too, with a happiness peculiar to himself. Read : " 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 with agrein and hallow melancholy, . She sat like Patience on a .monument, Smiling at...

...should your lordship. Duke And what's her history? [love, Via. A blank, my lord: she never told her Rut let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, Sue sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at...

...a ftrong point of view ; which is remarkable in the following fimilics. — — She never told her love; But let concealment, like a worm 'i th' bud, Feed on her damaik check: flic pin'd in thought; And with a green and yellow melancholy, She fat like patience...

...of her love. ' ' " Duke. What's her history ? Viola. A blank, my lord, she never told her love : She let concealment, like a worm i' th' 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....

...English. With the accent of her country, she very prettily repeated those lines: She never told h«r love; But let concealment, like a worm i* th' 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...

...fair head unseen, and strows its withered leaves on 111* bltst ?— Ossi««. She never told her lov*, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' 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....

...thing I ever saw ; it is an image of Patience. Speaking of a maid in love, he says, 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 sate like Patience, on a monument, Smiling at Grief. Twelfth-Night. tuary ! The style...

...sometimes fatal ; and should she follow the example of poor Viola in Shakspeare, — who never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, , Feed on her damask cheek ; — her case must be desperate indeed; for the destruction of her charms would infallibly destroy...