 | Samuel Richardson - 1754 - 388 str.
...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... | |
 | Samuel Richardson - 1754 - 696 str.
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 442 str.
...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 str.
...- 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 str.
...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 - 196 str.
...* 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 at Grief. Twelfth Night, Act II. Sc. ir. f " It is a lamentable thing that the cause of Liberty in... | |
 | 1810 - 566 str.
...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... | |
 | George Huddesford - 1801 - 198 str.
...* 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 at Grief. Twelfth Night, Act II. Sc. IT. •f " It is a lamentable thing that the cause of Liberty... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 494 str.
...: 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 at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? We men may say more, swear more: but, indeed, Our shows are more... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 408 str.
...Lord: She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'the hud, F*ecd on her damask 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 men may say more, swear more: but,... | |
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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. 
