...sustained or cherished by hope, suggested to Shakspeare some apt comparisons. " She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask check." -" She sat, like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief." Sublimity not only has beauty...

...fhould your Lordfhip. Dukt. And what's her hiftory ? Via. ' A blank, my Lord : fhe never told her love 4 But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, . . • Feed on her damafk cheek: fhe pin'd in thought ; • And, with a green and yellow melancholy, ' She fat like Patience...

...bleffed foul doth in Elyfium. Two Gentlemen of Vertna, aQ z fe. 10. — — — — She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damafk cheek: fhe pin'd in thought; And with a green and yellow melancholy, She fat like Patience on...

...fometimes fatal ; and Ihould fhe follow the example of poor Viola in Shakefpeare, who never told her love, But let Concealment, like a worm i' th bud, Feed on her damaik cheek, her cafe muft be defperate indeed ; for the deftruction. of her charms would infallibly...

...mingle a faint gleam of content. But the poet can go further ; he can fay, • • She never told her love, But let concealment like a worm i' th' bud Feed on her damajk cheek. That happy allufion, in which confifts the charm of the defcription, cannot be fuggefted by...

...fpecies of .beauty, the following is, perhaps, a Hill more elegant example— , > - She never told her love, But -let concealment, like a worm i* th' bud, Feed on her ctamajk cheek . fivtf.b Right. Shaktfpear's images are not mere addrefles to the fancy; they do not...

...impaffioned. commanding daughter of the Sun ; and the gentle, aitiels, baihful Viola, " Who never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damafk cheek." Nor muft we omit, a< fhikingly diftinguilhable, the commanding expreffion of royalty...

...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....

...Ihnuld your lordlhip. Duke. And what s her hiflory ? [love, Via. A blank, my lord : She nevsr told her damafk cheek: fhcpin'd in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She fat, like patience...

...fmiling Perdita comes tripping by With mint and marj'ram, rofemary and rue, Or Viola that never told her love, But let concealment like a worm i' th' bud Feed on her damafk cheek. With hearty laugh We ftill difmifs the ftill outwitted rogue, But ftill pretending FalftafF....