Crossword-Solution: SIPT 4 letters, 1 clue 🏆 scrabble score: 6

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SIPT anagram ITSP, PIST, PITS, SPIT, STIP, TIPS

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Hint 1 meaning
One who, or that which, eats.
Hint 2 anagram
AETRE
Hint 3 another clue
greedy person
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Sentences with SIPT (5)

This venerable good old man, one day (after his accustomed fashion) standing up, with his head uncovered to drink his majesty's health, saying, "God bless our Gracious Sovereign," as he was going to put the cup to his lips, a swallow flew in at the window, and pitched on the brim of the little earthen cup(not half a pint) and sipt, and so flew out again.
Miscellanies upon Various Subjects John Aubrey 2003
Justin (Books fit only to hoard dust in), His reverence stints his evening readings To learned Reports of Tithe Proceedings, Sipping the while that port so ruddy, Which forms his only _ancient_ study;-- Port so old, you'd swear its tartar Was of the age of Justin Martyr, And, had he sipt of such, no doubt His martyrdom would have been--to gout.
The Complete Poems of Sir Thomas Moore Thomas Moore et al 2005
Dear John, as I know, like our brother of London, You've sipt of all knowledge, both sacred and mundane, No doubt, in some ancient Joe Miller, you've read What Cato, that cunning old Roman, once said-- That he ne'er saw two reverend sooth-say ers meet, Let it be where it might, in the shrine or the street, Without wondering the rogues, mid their solemn grimaces, Didn’t burst out a laughing in each other's faces.
The Complete Poems of Sir Thomas Moore Thomas Moore et al 2005
The Cock was of a larger egg Than modern poultry drop, Stept forward on a firmer leg, And cramm’d a plumper crop; Upon an ampler dunghill trod, Crow’d lustier late and early, Sipt wine from silver, praising God, And raked in golden barley.
The Early Poems of Alfred, Lord Tennyson Alfred, Lord Tennyson 2003
Unless it came as a woman at whose beauty His lust hath never sipt; for into his flesh To drink unknown desirable limbs as wine Torments him still, like a thirst when fever pours A man's life out in drenching sweats.
Emblems Of Love Lascelles Abercrombie 2005
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Appears in: NYT.

Used 1 time in crossword archives (1964).