...the repository of the secret of her sufferings, which to her were sacred. " She never told her wor 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,...

...never afforded her husband the slightest grounds for his jealousy. At length the lady — who did not " let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, feed on her damask cheek" — finding that all her wiles and charms were ineffectual to induce a reciprocity of feeling, thought...

...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 pin'd in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling...

...woman, I should your lordship. Duke. And what's her history ? Vw. A blank, my lord. She never told her s he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes, So I. admiring of his qualities. Things base and pin'd in thought : And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling...

...woman, I should your lordship. Duke. And what's her history ? yio. A blank, my lord. She never told her nemies Brought to this shore ; and by my prescience 1 pin'd in thought : And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling...

...Decks. (3) Denial. Dtike. And what's her history? Yio. 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...

...woman, I should your lordship. Duke. And what's her history? Vio. A blank, my lord : She never told her ty ? Prtn. Boyet, prepare; 1 will away to-night. King. Madam, not so ; I do besee pin'd in thought: And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, 'Decks....

...of Shakspeare well depict this secret and wasting form of erotic melancholy : " 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...

...sin that amends, is but patched with virtue. . Clown a. I t. 5 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'din thought, and with a green and yellow melancholy, sat like patience on a monument,...

...is he, as your words insinuate, my lover." " You astonish me, Lucy ; has he, then, ' never told his love, but let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, feed on his damask cheek ?' not damask either — manly would sound better. I am ashamed of him ; a soldier,...