Each milkwhite hair amid this mincing beard, Compar'd with millions of thy treacherous thoughts, Would change their hue through vigour of thy hate.

"Before milkwhite, now purple with love's wound.

I had never supposed it possible to exist; and thus, as I sat at her side, though the thought of death was ever present, it was as of a terror in a milkwhite shrouda monster enveloped and concealed beneath a robe of beauty.