lip

[…]thine owne lippes teſtifie againſt thee.

[…]I twiſted my thighs, ſqueezed, and compreſs’d the lips of that virgin-ſlit[…]

Don’t give me any lip!

We landed at the head of Garden Island, which is situated near the middle of the river and on the lip of the Falls. On reaching that lip, and peering over the giddy height, the wondrous and unique character of the magnificent cascade at once burst upon us.