Part, Chapter

 1    1, Prol|  Beloved only touch me with his lips,~I too, like the flute,
 2    1, 7   |        witcheries?~O Thou whose lips are sweeter than sugar,~
 3    1, 11  |        word might fall from his lips.~His friend shouted, "Who
 4    1, 13  |        texts that fell from his lips. At last this scribe became
 5    3, 3   |      fat, greased his beard and lips with it, and called on his
 6    4, 1   |         that~You may close your lips against foul discourse.~
 7    4, 4   |         twain. ~Close then your lips, though eloquence be possible. ~
 8    5, 10  | heavenly food dropping from his lips. He called this fox, and
 9    5, 10  |  Because it comes only from the lips, not from the heart.~He
10    5, 11  |         treasure may escape its lips.~Therefore it closes lips
11    5, 11  |       lips.~Therefore it closes lips from saying good or bad,~