Quotation by Shakespeare

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 patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?
William Shakespeare (1564–1616), British dramatist, poet. Viola, in Twelfth Night, act 2, sc. 4, l. 110-5.

Disguised as Cesario, she is forced to conceal her love for Orsino, to whom she is speaking.
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