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...stronger feeling than all this, it is Viola's confession of her love. Duke. What's her history ? Viola. A hlank, my lord: She never told her love, But let...Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not thin love, indeed? We men may say more, swear more ; hut, indeed, Our shows are more than will ; for...

...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 ;...this love, indeed ? We men may say more, swear more : but, indeed, Our shows are more than will; for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our...

...history ? Via. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'tlie bud, Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly us'd, Your nephew,...spend my latter gasp : O, tell me, when my lips d sweur more : but, indeed, Our shows are more than will ; for still we prove Much in our vows, but little...

...never told her lore, 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,...this love, indeed ? We men may say more, swear more : but, indeed, Our shows are more than will : for still we prove Much in our vows, but liitle in our...

...history ? Vio. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the budu, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ;...melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief12. Was not this love, indeed? 11 So in the fifth Sonnet of Shakspeare : — ' Which like a...

...it mpectlng Shcrldan'i arrest. 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,...melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief." • Compare with this precious gem, Zamora's speech to Rolando, in Scene 1st, Act 3rd, and...

...history ? Via. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud11, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ;...melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief12. Was not this love, indeed ? 11 So in the fifth Sonnet of Shakspeare : — ' Which like...

...never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' 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 at grief. * Sublime and Beautiful, part iv. sec. 3. Cause of Pain and Fear. At other times, the passion...

...love, But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought t S ня-еаг morei but, indeed, Our shows are more than will ; for atill we prove Much in our vows,...