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

Teeth

Such a pearly row of teeth, that sovereignty would have pawned her jewels for them.

Sterne.

Teeth, like falling snow
For white, were placed in a double row.

Cowley.

Some ask’d how pearls did grow, and where?
Then spoke I to my girl,
To part her lips, and show’d them there
The quarrelets of Pearl.

Herrick.