She never told her love but let concealment like a worm in the bud, feed on her damask cheek, sitting like patience on a monument, smileing [sic] at grief. Shakspeare [graphic]
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Lewis Walpole Library > She never told her love but let concealment like a worm in the bud, feed on her damask cheek, sitting like patience on a monument, smileing [sic] at grief. Shakspeare [graphic]