...Translation of " The Instruction of a Christian Woman" by Ludovicus Vives. II. 4. VIOLA. She never told her love, But let concealment like a worm i' the bud Feed...melancholy, She sat, like Patience on a monument Smiling at Grief. Thus I should point and regulate a passage which has been singled out for especial admiration...

...he theorised in colours, in the following beautifully expressive passage: — " 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." — Twelfth Night. The chromatic discord therein resolves itself in " damask" which is a...

...terminating in confirmed insanity, either of the furious or melancholy species. " 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." One of the most dangerous terminations of love is jealousy; this affection generally is...

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...paraphrase of those lines in which the character is so beautifully summed up : " 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." My remarks, as far as I have proceeded, have been confined to Shakspeare's tragedies. I...

...told her love, — But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought : And, with a green and yellow melancholy,...are more than will, for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Via. I am all the daughters...

...lave, But 1« concealment, like a worm ¡' the bud, Keed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought i And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like...; but, indeed, Our shows are more than will ; for Mill we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke . But died thy sister of her love, my...

...told her love, — But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd Thy shape invisible retain thou still : The trumpery...I go. [Erii. * And as with age his body uglier g Onr shows are more than will, for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But...

...might be, perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship. Duke. And what's her history ? Vio. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment,...are more than will ; for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio. I am all the daughters...

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