Fairy: “The cowslips tall her pensioners be:
In their gold coats spots you see:
Those be rubies, fairy favours,
In those freckles live their savours.”
(A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act II, Sc. 1.)
Macbeth: “You make me strange
When now I think you can behold such sights,
And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks,
When mine is blanched with fear.”
(Macbeth, Act III, Sc. 4.)