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• For drames always go by conthraries, my dear. -- Samuel Lover (1797-1868) -- Rory O'More
• Is Death that woman's mate? /Her/ lips were red, /her/ looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold
  Her skin was white as leprosy, The Night-Mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold....
• O When the lady smiles, You know it drives me wild =`\&l
  Her lips are warm and resourcefull, (=)/(=) When the lady smiles, I cannot resist her call And as a matter of fact, I don't resist at all....
• Cauterize: Made eye contact with her...
• Her lips are roses overwashed with dew. -- Greene
• When willie talks, see if her lips move.
• A lover teaches a wife all that her husband has concealed from her.
• Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile. -- Campbell