...this species of beauty, the following is, perhaps, a still more elegant example — She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask cheek. 15 Twelfth Night*}. SHAKESPEAR'S images are not mere addresses to the fancy; they do...

...anything I ever saw; 'tis an Image of Patience, speaking of a Maid in Love, he says — She never told her Love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud Feed on her damask cheeks: she pined in Thought And sate like Patience on a Monument, Smiling at Grief. What an...

...Enter CHARLOTTE, with a volume of Shakespeare in her hand. ,Char. (Reading.) — " She never told her love ; " But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, " Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, " And, with a green and yellow melancholy, " She sat like Patience...

...through a sentimental 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...

...Belvedere her only recourse is 'prettily' to repeat the lines of Shakespeare's Viola: She never told her love; But let concealment, like a worm i' th ' bud, Feed on her damask cheek: She pin'd in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat, like Patience...

...written Jennings from Memphis.38 He prefaced the whole with Shakespeare's lines: "She never told her love, / But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, / Feed on her damask cheek." The craving Fanny had shown after strange and unnatural excitement, he said, suggested...

...who in turn creates a sister: Duke. And what's her history? Vio. A blank, my lord; she never told her love, But let concealment like a worm i* th' bud Feed on her damask cheek; she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sate like Patience on...

...the song, coming close to betraying her disguise as she tells Orsino that her sister "never told her love, / But let concealment like a worm i' th' bud / Feed on her damask cheek" (2.4.110-12). The image, of course, returns us to the rose whose beauty is so short-lived....

...Viola's demonstrates its necessity. The history of her father's daughter is a blank: she 'never told her love, / But let concealment like a worm i' th' bud / Feed on her damask cheek' (n.iv. 110-12). Thus Viola identifies her love for Orsino with his for Olivia and expresses...

...detected me? While the noble Clementina, as in that admirable passage cited by her, Never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask cheek. How do I admire her for her silence! But yet, had she been circumstanced as your Harriet...