We should render thanks to God for having produced this temporal light,
which is the smile of heaven and joy of the world, spreading it like a
cloth of gold over the face of the air and earth, and lighting it as a
torch, by which we might behold his works.--_Caussin._
~Likeness.~--Like, but oh, how different!--_Wordsworth._
~Lips.~--Lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow.--_Bailey._
He kissed me hard, as though he'd pluck up kisses by the roots that grew
upon my lips.--_Shakespeare._