The maiden blush

So look the mornings when the sun

Paints them with fresh vermilion:

So cherries blush, and Kathern pears,

And apricocks in youthful years;

So corals look more lovely red,

And rubies lately polished:

So purest diaper doth shine,

Stain'd by the beams of claret wine:

As Julia looks when she doth dress

Her either cheek with bashfulness.