...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 a few years, was prevailed...

...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)...

...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...

...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...

...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...

...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, Smiling...

...for his Lordship an attachment of the tenderest nature ; but, if so, " She never told her love, And let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek." His Lordship deeply deplored that all his efforts to restore this poor girl to her parents should have...

...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 pin'd in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling...

...Viola's confession of her love. Duke. What's her history 1 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 pin'd in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling...

...confession of her love. Duke. What's her history? Viola. A blank, my lord: She never told her love, Bnt 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, Smiling...