“How odd to smile during Richard's funeral. He was dead and I was smiling to myself. Grief does that. Laughter lies close… — Kay Redfield Jamison Copy Share Image
Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
She never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm 'i th' bud, feed on her damask cheek. She pinned in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
