Familiar Quotations / A Collection of Passages, Phrases, and Proverbs Traced to / Their Sources in Ancient and Modern Literature

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But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,

[[76]]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.

Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.

I am all the daughters of my father's house,

And all the brothers too.

Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.

An you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you.