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Blushing is the colour of virtue.
Blushing is the colour of virtue.
 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. 
Blushed like the waves of hell.
Blushed like the waves of hell.
 I ask, that I might waken reverence,
 And bid the cheek be ready with a blush
  Modest read more 
 I ask, that I might waken reverence,
 And bid the cheek be ready with a blush
  Modest as morning when she coldly eyes
   The youthful Phoebus,
    Which is that god in office, guiding men? 
 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. 
 An Arab, by his earnest gaze,
 Has clothed a lovely maid with blushes;
  A smile within his read more 
 An Arab, by his earnest gaze,
 Has clothed a lovely maid with blushes;
  A smile within his eyelids plays
   And into words his longing gushes. 
 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. 
 A blush is no language: only a dubious flag-signal which may 
mean either of two contradictories.  
 A blush is no language: only a dubious flag-signal which may 
mean either of two contradictories. 
 I have marked
 A thousand blushing apparitions
  To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames
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 I have marked
 A thousand blushing apparitions
  To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames
   In angel whiteness beat away those blushes,
    And in her eye there hath appeared a fire
     To burn the errors that these princes hold
      Against her maiden truth.