Then kiss me hard,
As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots,
That grew upon my lips.
SHAKS.: _Othello,_ Act iii., Sc. 3.
Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was made
For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act i., Sc. 2.
When my lips meet thine
Thy very soul is wedded unto mine.
H.H. BOYESEN: _Thy Gracious Face I Greet with Glad Surprise._
Her mouth's culled sweetness by thy kisses shed
On cheeks and neck and eyelids, and so led
Back to her mouth which answers there for all.
DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI: _Love-Sweetness,_ Sonnet xiii.
I rest content, I kiss your eyes,
I kiss your hair, in my delight:
I kiss my hand, and say, Good night.
JOAQUIN MILLER: _Isles of the Amazons,_ Pt. v.
One kiss--and then another--and another--
Till 't is too late to go--and so return.
CHARLES KINGSLEY: _Saint's Tragedy,_ Act ii., Sc. 10.
Dear as remember'd kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd
On lips that are for others.
TENNYSON: _The Princess,_ Pt. iv., Line 36.