...man, As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship. Duke. And what's her history? 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,...

...night or day, could iind my way Blind- told to the main top bowltug.' — DIBDIN. " She never told her love ; But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damnsk cheek." — SIIAKSPEARE. While at St. Andrew's, in North America, Captain M'Intyre, of the merchant...

...thrones, are all supply'd, and fill'd, (Her sweet perfections) with one self king ! H 3 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)...

...woman, I should your lordship. Duke. And what's her history? Vio. 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,...

...a species which relieves itself by external sorrow, and loud lamentation ; she never shed a tear, " but let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought." Her virtues and her beauty having excited general admiration, the family, after...

...Shakspeare, began reading the "Twelfth Night;" but when she came to these lines, She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud. Feed on her damask check. she burst into tears, and instantly left the room. I was surprised at the sudden emotion, and...

...at length, all hung their heads in silent, unavailing melancholy !— the poor coat complained not, "but let concealment like a worm i' the bud, feed on her damaged cheek," — when, one fatal day, two of the best injured of her golden-haired children, fell...

...length, all hung their heads in silent, unavailing melancholy ! — the poor coat complained not, " but let concealment like a worm i' the bud, feed on her damaged cheek," — when, one fatal day, two of the best injured of her golden-haired children, fell...

...should your lordship. Duke. And what's her history? / .•". 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,...

...for his Lordship an attachment of the tenderest nature ; but, if so, " She never told her love, And let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek." His Lordship deeply deplored that all his efforts to restore this poor girl to her parents should have...