 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 442 str.
...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 shows...we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Bide. But dy'<i thy sister of her love, my boy 1 Via. I am all the daughters of my father's house,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 494 str.
...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,...we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house, And... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 408 str.
...cheek : she pin'd in thought ; And, "with a green and yellow melancholy, She . sat like patience oil a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed...we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But dy'd thy sister of her love, my boy? Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house, And... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 518 str.
...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,...we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Flo. I am all the daughters of my father's house, And... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 410 str.
...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,...we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? f^io. I am all the daughters of my father's house,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 426 str.
...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,...we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But dy'd thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house. And... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 344 str.
...it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship. Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy,...we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio, I am all the daughters of my father's house, And... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 440 str.
...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,...for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in bur love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Viola. I am all the daughters of my father's... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers - 1811 - 520 str.
...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,...we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy t Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house, And... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 454 str.
...with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Scene V, WHAT YOU "WILL. 279 Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? We men...we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke, But died thy sister of her love, my boy? Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house, And... | |
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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, Smiling at grief. 
