Your teeth are like a flock of sheep just shorn, coming up from the washing. Each has its twin; not one of them is alone. Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon; your mouth is lovely. Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate (Songs of Songs 4: 2-3)

The Lover continues his praise: the Beloved has all her teeth.

This is an aspect of beauty I might not have emphasized.

Scarlet lips, blushing skin... these remain remarkable.

I am fortunate to live in an age and place where a full set of teeth is expected.

What other good fortune do I neglect?

Above is from the Rothschild Canticles. Christ is seated atop a tower-shaped fountain with three gargoyle shaped spouts from which water with the faces of the blessed issues forth. Behind Christ and the fons vitae is a mountain with five trees.