 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 400 str.
...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. Was not this love, indeed ? We men may say more, swear more ; but, indeed. Our shows are more than will ; for still we prove Much in our vows,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1967 - 308 str.
...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 . Was not this love indeed? 11.4.109-13 This is admirable writing, but primarily it is expressive of Viola's mood and situation.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1991 - 108 str.
...Feed on her damask cheek; she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sate like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? Twelfth Night, or What You Will (2.4) O then give pity To her whose state is such that cannot choose... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1992 - 132 str.
...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. Was not this love indeed? If we ask what is happening here, the obvious answer is that Viola is obliquely expressing her own... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1993 - 220 str.
...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. Was not this love indeed ? We men may say more, swear more, but indeed Our shows are more than will; for still we prove Much in our vows,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1994 - 692 str.
...of the digestive the damask rose is meant here, juices) is not only to the appetite as 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 than will; for still we prove Much in our vows,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1994 - 264 str.
...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. Was not this love indeed? ' (Act 2 scene 4 lines 11 1-1 16) Your second reading should have made much more sense. Shakespeare... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - 136 str.
...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. Was not this love indeed? We men may say more, swear more; but indeed Our shows are more than will; for still we prove Much in our vows... | |
 | Lisa Jardine - 1996 - 224 str.
...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? w This perfectly devoted and obedient 'love' which asks nothing for itself is a pure exemplar of household... | |
 | 1908 - 444 str.
...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 than will ; for still we prove Much in our vows,... | |
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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. 
