 | William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe - 1709 - 572 pages
...her Hiftory ? Vto. 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 with a green and yellow Melancholy, She fate like Patience on a Monument, Smiling at ©rief. Was not this Love indeed? We Men may fay more,... | |
 | Charles Gildon - 1718 - 394 pages
...her Hiftory ? Via. A blank, my Ldrd: 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 a green and yellow Melancholy, She fate like Patience on a Monument, Smiling at Grief. Was not this Love indeed ? . , We Men may fay more,... | |
 | Samuel Richardson - 1754 - 696 pages
...lines : She never told her love; ' But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damajk cheek : She pin'd in thought • And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She fat, like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Now, Chevalier, if you had any defign in your pointing... | |
 | Samuel Richardson - 1754 - 388 pages
...She never told ler love ; But let concealment, like a wirm i' th' bad, • Feed on her damajk check : She pin'd in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She fat, like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Now', Chevalier, if you had any defig;n in your... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 442 pages
...love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought j And, with a green and yellow melancholy, . She sat like patience on a monument, 410 Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed f We me:i may say more, swear more : but, indeed, Our... | |
 | Samuel Whyte - 1792 - 434 pages
...THOMSON. - She never told her love ; Bat let concealment, like a worm i'th' bud, Feed on her damafk cheek : She pin'd in thought, And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She fat, like Patience on a Monument, Smiling at Grief. SHAKSPEARE'S TWELFTH NH:IIJ . Peace, Peace, Virgin!... | |
 | John Walker - 1799 - 438 pages
...Melancholy defcribed. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'th'bud, Feed on her damalk cheek. She pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She fat like Patience on a monument ' Smiling at grief. Ibid. Twelfth Night. Penjtve foreboding. My mother... | |
 | George Huddesford - 1801 - 346 pages
..." The very climax of injustice ! * 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. Twelfth Night, Act II. Sc. iv. BUBBLE AND SQUEAK. 107 " Our honest Whigs, he'll ne'er enlist... | |
 | George Huddesford - 1801 - 196 pages
..." The very climax of injustice ! * 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. Twelfth Night, Act II. Sc. ir. f " It is a lamentable thing that the cause of Liberty in... | |
 | 1810 - 566 pages
...described. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th* bud. Feed on her damask cheak. She pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow...melancholy , She sat, like Patience on a monument Smiling at grief. Twelfth Sight. Grief afifiroaching to distraction. Thou canst not speak of what thoo dost... | |
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