[251] The hue of dungeons and the school of night;
[252] And beauty’s crest becomes the heavens well.
Biron. Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light.
[254] O, if in black my lady’s brows be deck’d,
[255] It mourns that painting and usurping hair
Should ravish doters with a false aspect;
And therefore is she born to make black fair.
[258] Her favour turns the fashion of the days,
For native blood is counted painting now;
260 And therefore red, that would avoid dispraise,