 | David Schalkwyk - 2002 - 284 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? Our shows are more than will; for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. ORSINO But... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2002 - 244 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? Viola — TN II.iv Come, come, in wooing sorrow let's be brief, Since, wedding it, there is such length... | |
 | Leslie O'Dell - 2002 - 442 str.
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 | Samuel Crowl - 2003 - 289 str.
...Away, Death") finality: "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?" (2.4.1 12-15). Stubbs's wistful delivery of these lines manages to quiet both Orsino and the sea. Nunn... | |
 | Eamonn Jones - 2004 - 180 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, Lindsay Price, Theatrefolk - 2004 - 168 str.
...beauty surfeit, cloyment both mean "excess" 1 sooth truth damask pink 1 ORSINO AND VIOLA 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,... | |
 | Emily Auerbach - 2004 - 364 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... | |
 | Russ McDonald - 2004 - 952 str.
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 | William Shakespeare - 2005 - 276 str.
...on her damask cheek. She pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy 125 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. 
