Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, and flare up bodily, wings and all. What then? Whos sorry for a gnat or girl? – Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Shame is worse than death. – Proverb

Study carefully, the character of the one you recommend, lest their misconduct bring you shame. – Marcus Tullius Cicero