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 From every blush that kindles in thy cheeks,
 Ten thousand little loves and graces spring
  To revel read more 
 From every blush that kindles in thy cheeks,
 Ten thousand little loves and graces spring
  To revel in the roses. 
 I pity bashful men, who feel the pain
 Of fancied scorn and undeserved disdain,
  And bear the read more 
 I pity bashful men, who feel the pain
 Of fancied scorn and undeserved disdain,
  And bear the marks upon a blushing face,
   OF needless shame, and self-impos'd disgrace. 
 Once he saw a youth blushing, and addressed him, "Courage, my 
boy; that is the complexion of virtue."  
 Once he saw a youth blushing, and addressed him, "Courage, my 
boy; that is the complexion of virtue." 
 I will go wash;
 And when my face is fair, you shall perceive
  Whether I blush or read more 
 I will go wash;
 And when my face is fair, you shall perceive
  Whether I blush or no. 
 Such a blush
 In the midst of brown was born,
  Like red poppies grown with corn.  
 Such a blush
 In the midst of brown was born,
  Like red poppies grown with corn. 
Blushing is the colour of virtue.
Blushing is the colour of virtue.
 Men blush less for their crimes than for their weaknesses and 
vanity.
 [Fr., Les hommes rougissent moins de read more 
 Men blush less for their crimes than for their weaknesses and 
vanity.
 [Fr., Les hommes rougissent moins de leur crimes que de leurs 
faiblesses et de leur vanite.] 
 Where now I have no one to blush with me,
 To cross their arms and hang their heads with read more 
 Where now I have no one to blush with me,
 To cross their arms and hang their heads with mine,
  To mask their brows and hide their infamy;
   But I alone, alone must sit and pine,
    Seasoning the earth with show'rs of silver brine,
     Mingling my talk with tears, my grief with groans,
      Poor wasting monuments of lasting moans. 
 His kindled duty kindled her mistrust,
 That two red fires in both faces blazed.
  She thought he read more 
 His kindled duty kindled her mistrust,
 That two red fires in both faces blazed.
  She thought he blushed as knowing Tarquin's lust,
   And, blushing with him, wistly on him gazed;
    Her earnest eye did make him more amazed.