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• Their lips were four red roses on a stalk. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard III -- Act iv, Sc.
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• When willie talks, see if her lips move.
• Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew!
  In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too! -- Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) -- Requiesca...
• Kiss the tear from her lip, you'll find the rose the sweeter for the dew. -- Webste
• O love! O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Fatima, Stanza 3...
• Amid the roses fierce Repentance rears Her snaky crest.
  -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Seasons, Spring, Line 996...
• She used to love her heroin but now she's under ground -- Guns 'n Rose
• Her berth was of the wombe of morning dew, And her conception of the joyous Prime.
  -- Edmund Spenser (1553-1599) -- The Faerie Queene, Book iii, Canto vi, St. 3...
• Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes, Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Beppo, Stanza 45...