Blondes Are Evil/Quotes

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What guile is this, that those her golden tresses,
She doth attire under a net of gold:
And with sly skill so cunningly them dresses,
That which is gold or hair, may scarce be told?
Is it that men's frail eyes, which gaze too bold,
She may entangle in that golden snare:
And being caught may craftily enfold,
Their weaker hearts, which are not well aware?
Take heed therefore, mine eyes, how ye do stare
Henceforth too rashly on that guileful net,
In which if ever ye entrapped are,
Out of her bands ye by no means shall get.
Fondness it were for any being free,

To covet fetters, though they golden be.
Edmund Spenser
I'd imagined people shaking their heads in admiration for the unknown assailant, secretly wishing they'd done it themselves. Because everyone knew she deserved it -- Kayla Morton was a mean, stuck-up girl, and so vain about that long golden hair.
Erin Chaney, Pretty Is