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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.

William Shakespeare on love

Twelfth Night (c. 1601), Act II, Scene IV, spoken by Viola

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