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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 patient on a monument,Smiling ant grief.Was not this love indeed?We men may say more,swear more:but indeed our shows are more than will;for still we prove Much in our vows,but little in our love.——Shakespeare