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C J Dennis - The Lips Of Ages
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Down thro` the ages these same sticks
Have played on man their knavish tricks.
   Down thro` the ages these false lips
   Have been as blessings or as whips
To scourge poor man to actions rash
In waging wars or wasting cash.
   Down thro` the years, when Adam grieves,
   Look to those painted lips of Eve`s.


Once, modesty suggested stealth
In simulating glowing health;
   But now, alas, no shame restrains
   Toilets performed in trams, in trains,
At table; for these candid days
Make nothing of the frank displays
  Of carmine, lard and lanoline
  To make plain Jane a beauteous queen.


Down thro` the ages pig and sheep
Have tribute paid that men might weep
   Or laugh or love or go quite mad
   Because of lips in grease-paint clad.
Down thro` the years, when heroes fall
Look not for mortal wound at all -
   Seek on his brow the thin red line
   Of carmined lips - Eve`s fatal sign.
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