William Shakespeare

She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud,
Feed on her read more

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 on a monument,
Smiling at grief.

Tetchy and wayward. -King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4.

Tetchy and wayward. -King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4.

Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie. -The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.

Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie. -The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.

All this I see; and I see that the fashion wears out more apparel
than the man. But art read more

All this I see; and I see that the fashion wears out more apparel
than the man. But art not thou thyself giddy with the fashion
too, that thou hast shifted out of thy tale into telling me of
the fashion?

Some guard these traitors to the block of death,
Treason's true bed and yielder up of breath.

Some guard these traitors to the block of death,
Treason's true bed and yielder up of breath.