In Shakespeare’s “Loves Labours Lost,” Don Adriano De Armado found himself wondering about the colors of love. Moth schools him on the nuances between women who display the obvious sea green of envy and those who hide between the white and red of fear and humility.
If she be made of white and red,
Her faults will ne’er be known,
For blushing cheeks by faults are bred
And fears by pale white shown:
Then if she fear, or be to blame,
By this you shall not know,
For still her cheeks possess the same
Which native she doth owe.
A dangerous rhyme, master, against the reason of white and red.
Whatever your color, show it. Be real.