 | William Shakespeare - 1825 - 1010 str.
...her history ? Via. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'the l U l y z H y z 7 n o N [ 6 { | } ~ bat, indeed, Oar shows are more than will ; for still we prove Much in our vows, bnt little in our... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 544 str.
...stronger feeling than all this, it is Viola's confession of her love. Duke. What's her history 1 Viola. A blank, my lord: She never told her love, But let...this love, indeed? We men may say more, swear more ; bat, indeed, Our shows are more than will ; for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our... | |
 | George Daniel, John Cumberland - 1826 - 338 str.
...never told her lore, 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,...than will : for still we prove Much in our vows, but liitle in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? Via. I am all the daughters of my... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 996 str.
...history ? Via. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'tlie Plan. Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly us'd, Your nephew,...spend my latter gasp : O, tell me, when my lips d sweur more : but, indeed, Our shows are more than will ; for still we prove Much in our vows, but little... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 540 str.
...history ? Viola. A hlank, my lord: She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the hud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought; And,...Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not thin love, indeed? We men may say more, swear more ; hut, indeed, Our shows are more than will ; for... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1828 - 404 str.
...history ? Via. A hlank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the hud, Feed on her damask cheek ; she pin'd in thought ;...this love, indeed ? We men may say more, swear more ; hut, indeed, Oar shows are more than will j for still we prove Much in our vows, hot little m our... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 506 str.
...Decks. (3) Denial. Duke. And what'« her history ? Vio. A blank, my lord : She never told her lore, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed...still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our lore. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Kio. I am all the daughters of my father's house,... | |
 | Adam Clarke - 1831 - 334 str.
...poet, who in the following lines has painted it in a very affecting manner :— " She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,...monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed 1" If I understand them right, it is in this way, and with this kind of love, that some ascetic or... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Michael Henry Rankin - 1841 - 266 str.
...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,...we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Twelfih Night. Act ii Scene 4. OFTEN WON BY TALOCR. Sir Toby. Why then, build me thy fortunes upon... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 400 str.
...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,...than will ; for still we prove Much in our vows, but litlle in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio. I am all the daughters of... | |
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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 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... 
