But I will make you blush; nay, I will make you redden all over.
Ere this had redden'd with my odious blood.
1997, Ted Hughes, Tales from Ovid, Faber & Faber, "Phaethon," lines 227-9, p. 32,
When the sun-god saw that, and the reddening sky
And the waning moon seeming to thaw
He called the Hours to yoke the horses.