 | William Shakespeare - 1887 - 188 pagina’s
...hour. VIOLA. Act 2, Sc. 4, «. 38. She never told her love, — But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought,...we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Act 2, Sc. 4,1. 109. MALVOLIO. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1887 - 72 pagina’s
...told her • love, I 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. 121 Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1888
...in thought, ' Giddily, negligently. 8 Pranks. deck& > Lifer, formerly held to be the seat of love. And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like...Our shows are more than will ; for still we prove 120 • Much in our vows, but little in our love.] Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1888
...B Prank*, decks. 9 Lii'er, formerly held to be the seat of love. ACT II. Scene 4. ACT II. Scene 5. And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like...', £ We men may say more, swear more, but indeed ÍOur shows are more than will; for still we prove 120 '• Much in our vows, but little in our love.... | |
 | Andrew Lang, Edwin Austin Abbey - 1889
...never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask check: she pined in thought: And, with a green and yellow melancholy,...are more than will ; for still we prove Much in our vow?, but little in our love. How many forlorn maids have wetted that page with their tears, poor ladies,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1891
...told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, no Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought ; And with a green and yellow melancholy...indeed ? We men may say more, swear more : but indeed 115 Our shows are more than will ; for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1894
...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. 121 Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house,... | |
 | Robert Pitcher Woodward - 1896 - 396 pagina’s
...up the score. " ' 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.' " " Love, what is love ?" interrupted the Don. " Have you never read that pretty legend of the Alhambra... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Israel Gollancz - 1897 - 134 pagina’s
...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. 12I Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vto. I am all the daughters of my father's house,... | |
 | Robinson Ellis, Alfred Denis Godley - 1899 - 279 pagina’s
...As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship. Duke. And what's her history? Vio. A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let...we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. DuJce. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house, And... | |
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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... 
