Bello è il rossore, ma è incommodo qualche volta. — Blushing

"Blushed like the waves of hell."

"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-imposd disgrace."

"I will go wash; And when my face is fair, you shall perceive Whether I blush or no."

"Where now I have no one to blush with me, To cross their arms and hang their heads with mine."

"The apple blossoms shower of pearl, The pear tree’s rosier hue, As beautiful as womans blush, As evanescent too."

"Two red fires in both their faces blazed; She thought he blushd, * * * And, blushing with him, wistly on him gazed."