...Obfervation and Reading. i. Beautiful Comparifon, and lively ; Image. She She never told her Love, But let Concealment, like a Worm i' th' Bud, Feed on her damask Cheek : She pin'd in And fat like Patience on a Monument, Smiling at Grief- *. 2. and ftrong Defcription. Our Lives,...

...your Lord(hip. Duke'. And what's her hiflory? Vio. A blank, my Lord : (he never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th" bud, Feed on her damask cheek : (lie pin'd in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She fat like Patience on a monument,....

...Paphiau queen. From the hue of her complexion she seemed to be a maid ' who had never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, feed on her damask check.' This yellow beauty is Walsingham's sister. I5y her side sat a fashionable youth, gazing with...

...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. Then we...

...its improbability, in the following beautiful lines of Shakespeare: " She never told her love; But let Concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask cheek." But in these lines below the person of Reason obtrudes itself into qur company, and becomes disagreeable...

...passions in excess, seems to border on frenzy. Deefi melancholy described. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th* bud. Feed on her damask cheak. She pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy , She sat, like Patience on a monument...

...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 PATiENci on a monument, " Smiling at GRIEF." What an image is here...

...from my soul. Л/ш Har. Then why won't you leave me ? Young Cla. ' She never told her love, ' But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, ' Feed on her damask cheek." Take warning, miss, when you once begin to pine in thought, 'tis all over with you ; and be assured,...

...any other ancient or modern : the following prosopopoeia from Shakespeare is thus beautiful. . She let Concealment like a worm i' th' bud Feed on her damask cheek. And the following line, translated from Juvenal by Dr. Johnson, is much superior to the original, owing...

...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 sat like Patience on a. monument — t. . „ .;„ Smiling at grief. •*•...