...pranks her in, attracts my soul. Dr. Johnson is right. P. 216.— 47.— 76. Via. • She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud,...melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. I concur with Mr. Steevens in thinking that the Homeric elucidation of this passage is the...

...it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship. DUKt. And what's her history ? Viola. A blank, my lord : she never told her love, But let...for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in bur love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Viola. I am all the daughters of my father's...

...pin'd in thought • And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monnment, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? We men...Our shows are more than will ; for still we prove Mnch in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vfo. I am...

...history ? fio.fh. 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...monument, Smiling at grief. ^ Was not this love, indeed ? [9] Mr. Theobald suppose thii might possibly be borrowed from Chaucer. "And her besidis wonder discreetlte...

...make no compare Between that love a woman can bear me, And that I owe Olivia. Via. Ay, but I know, — Duke. What dost thou know ? Vio. Too well what love...this love, indeed? We men may say more, swear more : hut, indeed, Our shows are more than will ; for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our...

...thus describes the hectic waste of love-sick despondency ? — — She never told her love, Bntlet concealment, like a worm i'the bud, Feed on her damask...monument Smiling at grief — Was not this love, indeed? " Common-place as this quotation may appear, it sets the copy at a great distance from its original...

...l'"iola. A blank, my lord, she never told her love : She let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Prey on her damask cheek, she pin'd in thought. And with...? We men may say more, swear more, but indeed, Our shews are more than will; for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died...

...history ? Viola. A blank, my lord, she never told her love : She let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought,...? We men may say more, swear more, but indeed, Our shews are more than will ; for still we jprove Much in our TOWS, but little in our love. Duke. But...

...Viola. A blank, my lard, she never told her love : She let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Prey on her damask cheek, she pin'd in thought, And with...Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this lone indeed ? We men may say more, swear mare, but indeed, Our shews are more than will ; for still...

...As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship. Duke. And what's her history ? Via. his part, I'll empty (prove Our shows are more than will ; for still we Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke....