Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
I. Disappointment in LoveUnrequited Love
William Shakespeare (15641616)From “Twelfth Night,” Act I. Sc. 4.
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In faith, they are as true of heart as we.
My father had a daughter loved a man,
As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman,
I should your lordship.
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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?
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.