 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 1130 pagina’s
...love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ? We men may say more, swear more : but, indeed, Our shows are more than will ; for still we prove... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1994 - 692 pagina’s
...(generative 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - 136 pagina’s
...love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like...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... | |
 | Anthony Fletcher - 1995 - 504 pagina’s
...longings.28 Cesario, describing to Orsino his sister languishing for love, declared: She pin'd in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like...on a monument Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?29 The audience would quickly have grasped the allusion to greensickness here. Greensickness... | |
 | Lisa Jardine - 1996 - 228 pagina’s
...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 sat like...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... | |
 | Mrs. Griffith (Elizabeth) - 1997 - 306 pagina’s
...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 sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. [Act 2, scene 6; vol. 2, p. 391] 69. bravo] "A man who murders for hire." SJD. jo. "above... | |
 | Beatrix Hesse - 1998 - 214 pagina’s
...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, She sat like...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... | |
 | 1908 - 444 pagina’s
...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...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... | |
 | Connie Robertson - 1998 - 686 pagina’s
...told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in ath did end. I was angry with my foe: at grief. 10517 Twelfth Night Some men are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness... | |
 | Paula Boock - 1999 - 184 pagina’s
...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 She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was this not love indeed? The tenderness on Mo's face was genuine as she struggled to find Orsino's words... | |
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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 pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. 
