In maiden confidence she stood, Though mantled in her cheek the blood, And told her love with such a sigh Of deep and hopeless agony. Scott.Lady of the Lake, Canto IV. Stanza 18.
If ever you betray what you are intrusted with, you forfeit my malevolence for ever; and your being a simpleton shall be no excuse for your locality. Sheridan.The Rivals, Act I. Scene 2.