Theres a blush for won t, and a blush for shant, and a blush for having done it: Theres a blush for thought and a blush for naught, and a blush for just begun it. – John Keats
The Public is a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility. – John Keats
I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days — three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain. – John Keats
I will give you a definition of a proud man: he is a man who has neither vanity nor wisdom one filled with hatreds cannot be vain, neither can he be wise. – John Keats
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