 | William Shakespeare - 1867
...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. DDKE. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's houae, And... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1867
...longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are.—Act 2, Sc. 4. Vio. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,...still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love.—Act 2, Sc. 4. Mai. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1867
...daughter lov'da man, As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship. Duke. And what 's her history ? Via. A blank, my lord : She never told...monument, Smiling at grief.* Was not this love, indeed P We men may say more, swear more : but, indeed, Our shows are more than will ; for still we prove... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1867 - 1075 pagina’s
...never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i1 the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pined 121 Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1867
...it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship. Duke. And what 's her history ? Vio. /s p~ 64 E ` O Y /\ c; 9 ֏] O } ~[~ ? AVe men may say more, swear more : but, indeed, Our shows are more than will ; for still we prove... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1868 - 128 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. A DVANTAGEV OF AN OATH. It comes ',to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggerinjg accent sharply... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 962 pagina’s
...never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek ; she pined rs began, have laid them down In their last sleep, — the dead reign there alone SHAKESPEARE. LOCKSLEY HALL. COMRADES, leave me here a little, while аз yet Ч is early morn, —... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1872 - 333 pagina’s
...history ? VIOLA. 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,...we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. ACT III. A Jester. This fellow's wise enough to play the fool ; And, to do that well, craves a kind... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1872 - 789 pagina’s
...damask cheek ; she pined in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience ou SHAKESPEARE. LOCKSLEY HALL. ' COMRADES, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn, —... | |
 | Sir Richard Claverhouse Jebb - 1873 - 238 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. SHAKESPEARE. OT. Kfvrfv ye SeXrov ov yap e^eiTrev TTOTC epaiTa brj^idvpov 17 0-1777 8' dei, ev KaXv&v... | |
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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... 
