 | William Shakespeare, William Hazlitt - 1852 - 566 páginas
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 616 páginas
...never 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 ? Vio. I am all the daughters... | |
 | Henrietta Dumont - 1852 - 330 páginas
...English writers the clove-gilly flower, from its perfume resembling that of cloves. 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. Shakspeare. It is a fearful thing, To love as I love thee ; to feel the world — The bright,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 512 páginas
...never told her love, Sut let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, r'eed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy,...love, indeed ? We men may say more, swear more : but, ind* rd, )ur shows are more than will ; for still we pro\ < vluch in our vows, but little in our love.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 746 páginas
...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 daughtersof... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 508 páginas
...never 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 lore. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio. I am all the daughters... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 552 páginas
...never 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? Viola. I am all the daughters... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1853 - 1158 páginas
...told her love,— But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd th, Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio. T am all the daughters... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 928 páginas
...told her love, — But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? / ; •. I am all the... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1853 - 420 páginas
...damask cheek : she pin'd in thought : And, with a green and yellow melaneholy, She sat like patienee on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love,...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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A blank, my lord : She never told her love, 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, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. 
