 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.  Twelfth Night Or: What You Will - Strana 50autor/autoři: William Shakespeare - 1901 - 153 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | William Shakespeare - 1771 - 380 str.
...her dam;tik cheek: fhe pin'd in thought ; c And, with a green and yellow, melancholy, ' She fat like Patience on a monument, ' Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? We men may lay more, fwear more, but, indeed, Our Itews are more than will ; for ftill we prove Much in our vows,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1771 - 372 str.
...her damafk cheek: fhe pin'd in thought ; • And, with a green and yellow melancholy, ' She fat like Patience on a monument, ? Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? We men may fay more, fwear more, but, indeed, Our fhews are more than will ; for ftill we prove Much in our vows,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 456 str.
...her damaflc cheek : (9) (he pin'd in thought, And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She fat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? We men may fay more, fwear more, but, indeed. Our (hews are more than will ; for Ail) we prove Much in our vows,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 558 str.
...her damaflc cheek : Ihe pin'd in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, * She fat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? " We ' She fat liti Patient* on a monument, Smiling at grief, ] Mr. Theobald fuppofes this might poffibly... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1778 - 632 str.
...on her damalk cheek : Ihe pin'd in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, 3 She fat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? We * • like a luarm fibc luJ,~\ So, in the /;th fonnet of Shakefpeare : " Which, like a canker in the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1784 - 1116 str.
...Feed on her damalk cheok: (he pin'd in thought; And, with я green and yellow melancholy, She fat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? We men may fay more, fwear more : but, indeed. Our (hows are more thnp will ; for ftill we prove Much in our vows,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1784 - 1118 str.
...fhould your lordfhip. Duke. And what 'ь her hiftory ? Vio. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damafk cheek : fhe pin'd in thought j And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She fat like Patience... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Joseph Rann - 1787 - 700 str.
...her damaflc cheek : Ihe pin'd in thought j And, c with a green and yellow melancholy, She fat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ? We men may fay more, fwear more : but, indeed, f Our mows are more than will ; for ftill we prove Much in our... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1787 - 694 str.
...on her damafk cheek : me pin'd in thought; And, c with a green and yellow melancholy, She fat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ? We men may fay more, fwear more : but, indeed, f Our mows are more than will; for ftill we prove Much in our vows,... | |
 | Andrew Becket - 1787 - 494 str.
...into abatement and low price, Even in a minute! Twelfth Night, A. i, S. i. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damafk cheek. Twelfth Night, A. 2, S. 4, O, what a deal of fcorn looks beautiful In the contempt and... | |
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