...do pity you, from my soul. Miss Har. Then why won't you leave me ? Y'oung Cla. ' She never told her love, ' But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, ' Feed on her dnmask cheek.' Take warning, miss, when you once begin to pine in thought, 'tis all over with you ;...

...thing I ever faw. It is an image of Patience. Speaking of a maid in love, he fays, She never told her love ; But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damaik cheek : flie pin'd in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She fat like Patience...

...I ever saw; it is 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 cheek : she pin'd in thought, And sat like Patience on a. monument — t. . „ .;„ Smiling...

...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. Twelfth Night. Shakespeare's images are not mere addresses to the fancy; they do not...

...attend to its improbability, in the following beautiful lines of Shakefpear : " She never told her love ; But let Concealment, like a worm i' th* bud, Feed on her damafk cheek." — • But in thefe lines below the perfon of Reafon obtrudes itfelf into our company, and becomes...

...saw , it is 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 cheek : she pin'd in thought, '• And sate like Patience on a monument, « Smiling at Gritf."...

...this unsubstantial pageant, faded, Leave not a wreck behind. CONCEALED LOVE. • 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...

...impracticable, and sometimes fatal ; and should she follow the example of poor Viola in Shakspeare, • who never• told her love. But let concealment, like a worm i' ht' bad, Feed on her damask cheek, her case must be desperate indeed : for the destruction of her charms...

...And mine's a sad one. Shakespeare's Merchant of Venice. Deep Melancholy described. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pin'd in thought, *1 with a green and yellow melancholy sat like Patience on a monument...

...thing I ever saw. It is 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 cheek : she pin'd in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience,...