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Some asked me where the rubies grew, The lips of Julia.
— Mouths
Some asked me where the rubies grew, The lips of Julia.
Lips are no part of the head, only made for a double-leaf door for the mouth.
He had in his right hand seven stars: and out of his mouth went a sharp twoedged sword: and his countenance was as the sun shineth in his strength.
Set a watch, O L, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips.
Divers philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth.
Her lips were red, and one was thin, (Some bee had stung it newly).
Flies enter an open mouth.
The artistic mouth recites words; the harsh mouth brings litigation documents; the sweet mouth gathers sweet herbs.
With that she dasht her on the lippes, Soft were those lippes that bled.
As a pomegranate, cut in twain,White-seeded is her crimson mouth.
