9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for May 24, 2006
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Transcript:
"After the priest left, she never mentioned him again." "'She never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought: and with a green and yellow melancholy, she sat like patience on a monument, smiling at grief.'" "Eventually, she quietly resigned and disappeared." "I gather she taught Shakespeare." "Not as much as Shakespeare taught her."
