C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.

Dimples

Then did she lift her hands unto his chin,
And praise the pretty dimpling of his skin.

Beaumont.

In each cheek appears a pretty dimple;
Love made those hollows; if himself were slain
He might be buried in a tomb so simple;
Foreknowing well, if there he came to lie,
Why, there Love lived, and there he could not die.

Shakespeare.

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