YELLOW

Her lips were red, her looks were free,
Her locks were yellow as gold:
Her skin was white as leprosy,
The nightmare Life-Death was she,
Who thicks man's blood with cold.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge

I’m frightened of eggs, worse than frightened, they revolt me. That white round thing without any holes … have you ever seen anything more revolting than an egg yolk breaking and spilling its yellow liquid? Blood is jolly, red. But egg yolk is yellow, revolting. I’ve never tasted it.
Alfred Hitchcock

All seems infected that th' infected spy
As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.
Alexander Pope