 | William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe - 1709 - 572 pagina’s
...blank, my Lord: She never told her Love, But let Concealment, like a Worm i'th' Bud, Feed on her damask Cheek: She pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow Melancholy, She fate like Patience on a Monument, Smiling at ©rief. Was not this Love indeed? We Men may fay more,... | |
 | Charles Gildon - 1718 - 394 pagina’s
...blank, my Ldrd: She never told her Love, But let Concealment, like a Worm i'th' Bud, Feed on her damask Cheek : She pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow Melancholy, She fate like Patience on a Monument, Smiling at Grief. Was not this Love indeed ? . , We Men may fay more,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1733 - 548 pagina’s
...never told her Love, But let Concealment, like a worm i'th' bud, *< Feed on her damask Cheek : (p) {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... | |
 | William Oldys - 1740 - 348 pagina’s
...She never told her love ; But let concealment, like a worm i'th' bud, Feed on her damask 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 fliews... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1740 - 442 pagina’s
...concealment, like a worm i'th' bud, F 5 Feed 130 TWELFTH-NlGHT : Or, Feed on her damask 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1747 - 310 pagina’s
...never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'th' bud, Feed on her damaflc cheek ; ГЬе pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She fat like Patience OB a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ? We men may fay more, fwear more, but indeed... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1752 - 456 pagina’s
...(he never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th" bud, Feed on her damask cheek : (lie 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... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1762 - 464 pagina’s
...She never toW her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th'bud, Feed on her damafk cheek : ffae pin'd in thought ; And with a green and yellow melancholy, She fat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. Twelfth-Night, a£l 2. fc* 6. Tork Then, as I faid, the Duke, great Bofingbroke, Mounted upon... | |
 | 1763 - 556 pagina’s
...never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damaflc cheek ; ftie pin'd in thought ; And with a green and yellow melancholy, She fat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. As words convey but a faint and obfcure notion of great numbers, a Poet to give a high notion... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1765 - 578 pagina’s
...She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damaflc cheek : {he pin'd in thought ; And with a green and yellow melancholy, She fat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief, Twelfth-Night, atli.fc.6, York. Then, as I faid, the Duke, great Bolingbrokc, Mounted upon a... | |
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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. 
