Cheeked

Oh here be rare apples, red-cheeked apples that cry come kiss me: apples, hold your peace, I'll teach you to cry. [Eats one.

1771, Miguel de Cervantes, The History of the Renowned Don Quixote de la Mancha, translators not credited, London: W. Cowper, Vol. III, p. 87, https://books.google.ca/books?id=v80ZAAAAYAAJ&printsec=frontcover#v=onepage&q&f=false […] and perceiving her to be no more than a plain country-wench, so far from being well-favoured, that she was blubber-cheeked, and flat-nosed, he was lost in astonishment, and could not utter a word.

I pictured to myself some grizzled, apple-cheeked, country schoolmaster fluting in his bit of garden in the clear autumn sunshine.

Time is jealous of you, and wars against your lilies and your roses. You will become sallow, and hollow-cheeked, and dull-eyed. You will suffer horribly....

Past rivers and hills she went, and met a bushy-cheeked tiger on the path […]

The earliest painting that can be attributed to his reign is of a plump, rosy-cheeked adolescent wearing a splendid conical turban and a huge emerald necklace.