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 1    II|    truth so good?~Blest be the lips that such a leasing told:~
 2    II|        him was know;~His sober lips then did he softly part,~
 3   III|        The angry Pagan bit his lips for teen,~He ran, he stayed,
 4    IV|       out in bravest sort,~Her lips, where blooms naught but
 5    IV|  plaints and shows of woe:~Her lips cast forth a chain of sugared
 6     V|    Fortune's leisure,~Upon his lips that read the scrolls attending,~
 7    VI|    locks he tore,~Our from his lips flew such a sound confused,~
 8   VII| crashed his teeth for ire,~His lips breathed wrath, eyes sparkled
 9   VII|        sand below,~And bit his lips for rage, and cursed and
10  VIII|   words the blood~Forth at his lips in huge abundance boiled,~"
11     X|   sanguine tongue forth of his lips out-rolled~About his jaws
12    XI|  scorned the challenge ere his lips it passed.~ ~ LXIV~Upon
13   XIV|   streams refrain~Your thirsty lips, despise the dainty cheer~
14   XVI|       often down her head,~His lips, his cheeks, his eyes kissed,
15   XVI|        of Thessalia land,~With lips unpure yet ever said or
16   XIX|   answered naught,~But bit his lips, and grieved in secret thought.~ ~
17   XIX|    sore and deep,~And from her lips her words slow trembling
18   XIX|       feeble life, betwixt his lips out fly,~Oh, let me kiss
19   XIX|  divine~Awaked, and opened his lips a space;~His lips were open;
20   XIX|   opened his lips a space;~His lips were open; but fast shut
21    XX| eloquence and art,~So from his lips his words and speeches fell,~