 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 446 str.
...love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damafk cheek : fhe pin'd in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She fat like...Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? We men may fay more, fwear more: but, indeed, Our fhows are more than will ; for, ftill we prove Much in our vows,... | |
 | John Walker - 1799 - 438 str.
...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 had a maid call'd Barbara, She was in love... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 426 str.
...love, But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud, Feed on her damafk cheek : fl:e pin'd in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She fat like...Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? We men may fay more, fwear more : but, indeed,. Our fhows are more than will ; for ftill we prove Much in our... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 420 str.
...on her damaflc cheek i (he pin'd in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She Cat 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 than will ; for ftill we prove Much in our vows,... | |
 | David Irving - 1803 - 266 str.
...But let concealment, like a worm i' th' b«d:, Feed on her damifk cheek : fhe pin'd in thought ;• And with' a green and yellow melancholy, She fat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. S/taksJ.,earc». Yet fadly it is fung, that fhe in fhades, .' Mildty as morning doves, love's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 494 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 ? 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 - 1802 - 422 str.
...love ; But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damaik cheek : flie pin'd in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She fat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. Twelfth Night. What an image is here given ! and what a talk •would it have been for the greateft... | |
 | 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 men may say more, swear more: but, indeed, Our shows are more than will ; for still we prove Much in our vows,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 410 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 ? 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 - 1805 - 518 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. 
