Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles,
Such as hang on Hebe's cheek,
And love to live in dimple sleek.
Milton—Comus.
43. Excellently done, if God did all.
Twelfth Night.
44. A ruby lip
First dawns; then glows the young cheek's deeper hue,
Yet delicate as roses when they dip
Their odorous blossoms in the morning dew.