...Perdita come tripping forth With mint and marj'ram, rosemary and rue : Or Viola, that never told her love, But let concealment like a worm i' th' bud Feed on her damask cheek. With hearty laugh We still dismiss the still outwitted rogue, But still pretending Falstaff....

...wall he flies, And fires his hoft with loud repeated cries. Iliad, Book xli. 521. . She never told her love ; But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her daraaik cheek : fhe pin'd in thought ; And with a green and yellow melancholy, She fit like Patience...

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

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

...English. With the accent of her country, she very prettily repeated those lines: -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...

...power. Enter CHARLOTTE, witk 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...

...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,...

...[Exeunt MONTAGUE and Lady. BEN. Good morrow, cousin. ROM. Is the day so young ?l " She never told her love, " But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, " Feed on her damask cheek." . In the last Act of this play our poet has evidently imitated the Rosamond of Daniel;...

...adjectively, and vice versa ; and that too, with a happiness peculiar to himself. Read : " 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 agrein and hallow melancholy, . She sat like Patience...

...and publick ravins of Dido's passion, as is excited by the purer sentiment of Shake*peare's heroine, who " never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, feed on her damask cheek "? These are some of the sources of modern superiority. Tbeie, glowing...