...fair head unseen, and strows its withered leaves on 111* bltst ?— Ossi««. She never told her lov*, 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...

...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' th' bud, , Feed on her damask cheek ; — her case must be desperate indeed; for the destruction of her charms would infallibly...

...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 sate like Patience, on a monument, Smiling at Grief. Twelfth-Night....

...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 pined in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She oat, like Patience...

...measured by the effects of disappointment. Shakspeare has done it to the life. " 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...

...shed tears over her own sorrows — but she prayed devoutly for their happiness. " She never told her love ; But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask cheek." To make my story brief, be it simply related, that poor Flora fell into such a declining...

...his master. • Sc« Moore's Life of Sheridan, vol 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, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience...

...the exquisite description of Viola, as given of herself in the Twelfth Night: — She 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...

...colour which once animated his cheek, has flown, and given place to a hectic hue. - He never told his love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on his healthful cheek — he pin'd in thought." Wearisome of life, he longs to quit its deceitful pleasures,...

...and beautifully does he delineate Hhe effects of suppressed mental emotions :— She never told lier love, • But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, .. .... ' .' Feed on her damask check. And, in the same tone, in another place :— To keep it from divulging, let it feed E'en...