| He was a tiny but perfect human being, who had entered the world after all our traumas with the lustiest of cries. |
| It was a breezy June afternoon, with the young summer at its freshest and lustiest. |
| By E. B. White The New Yorker, June 15, 1929P. 11 There are moments when even the lustiest would trade all his biology for a dram of holy water, moments when the church seems like a sanctuary to which he must again turn. |
| He is, no question, America's lustiest eater-poet. |
| He was checked in his transports by the churches ringing out the lustiest peals he had ever heard. |
