A Quote by George Sandys

Lips, like roses dropping myrrh. — © George Sandys
Lips, like roses dropping myrrh.

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Let your bookcases and your shelves be your gardens and your pleasure-grounds. Pluck the fruit that grows therein, gather the roses, the spices, and the myrrh.
Music lives within thy lips Like a nightingale in roses.
I feel like the Roses were a great group, but I never wanted to try to do it again. I knew I couldn't get a band that would compare to the Roses, that would have an impact like the Roses.
Lips move; lips touch; lips signal. Lips are on the outside for show, and on the most secret inside of your mouth. Lips frame words that lie. Lips frame a hole that wants to be filled.
Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.
Her lips are roses over-washed with dew, Or like the purple of Narcissus' flower; No frost their fair, no wind doth waste their power, But by her breath her beauties to renew.
My lady's presence makes the roses red, because to see her lips they blush for shame.
Know that diamonds and roses are as uncomfortable when they tumble from one's lips as toads and frogs: colder, too, and sharper, and they cut.
It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad.
I do not feel like writing verses; but as I light my perfume burner with myrrh and jasmine incense, they suddenly burgeon from my heart, like flowers in a garden.
Between lips and lips there are cities of great ash and moist summit, drops of when and how, vague comings and goings: between lips and lips as along a shore of sand and glass the wind passes.
Somewhere the sense makes copper roses steel roses — The rose carried weight of love but love is at an end — of roses It is at the edge of the petal that love waits.
Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.
I really like my eyes, nose, and lips. I especially like my nose. I really like my lips too. I think my lips are sexy.
I like roses best. But they bloom in all four seasons. I wonder if people who like roses best have to die four times over again.
I like kissable lips. A woman's lips must say, 'Come here and kiss me, Pops.'
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