jonesy
If she be made of white & red,
Her faults will ne’er be known,
For blushing cheeks by faults are bred
And fears by pale white shown:
Then if she fear or be to blame,
By this you shall not know,
For still her cheeks possess the same
Which native she doth owe. — William Shakespeare - Love’s Labour’s Lost
What are fears but voices airy?
Whispering harm where harm is not.
And deluding the unwary
Till the fatal bolt is shot! — Wordsworth
