...transcendent abilities of this great musician as a rush-candle to the Bude light. " She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek." Twelfth Night. • " One that loved not wisely, but too well." Othello. These two are set by Barnett,...

...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,...

...may be sure of, he cannot do less than you have done before him. — Bolingbroke. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. — Shakspeare. The grande monde worship a sort of idol, which daily creates men by a kind of manufactory...

...present which they have. The title of the play derives from Viola in Twelfth Night who "never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, feed on her damask cheek." As the ugly duckling who in the end wins her love from the tempting actress, Flora Robson, while expert...

...from conventions and completely transforms them, as in the 'willow cabin' speech: She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. (n, iv, 109-11) The language here gives reality to an otherwise conventional image: the commonplace...

...and wings of eagles and bodies of lions 3 (p.2) inner parts of the house 4 (p_3) 'She never told her love / But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, / Feed on her damask cheek': Viola in Twelfth Night, i, 4 5 (p-5) sheep-fold 6 (p.5) bam 7 (p.5) to 8 (p.6) frightful 9 (p.8) consumed...

...younger than thyself, Or thy affectlon cannot hold the bent. 10516 Tux'ljth Night She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at...

...woman, I should your lordship. Duke. And what's her history ) Via. 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,...

...unexpectedly to eyes when she said: My father had a daughter loved a man . . . . . . 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...

...in which Viola tells Orsino of a young woman who concealed her love for a man: "She never told her love, / But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, / Feed on her damask cheek." 25 In contrast to die young woman referred to here (Viola is actually speaking of herself), Winnie...