The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did make no noise, in such a night.
Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.
O Helena, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!
Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
thus with a kiss I die
Were kisses all the joys in bed, One woman would another wed.
I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; so full of valor that they smote the air, for breathing in their faces, beat the ground for kissing of their feet.
I can express no kinder sign of love, than this kind kiss.
What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.
I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.
A thousand kisses buys my heart from me; And pay them at thy leisure, one by one.
Upon thy cheek I lay this zealous kiss, as seal to the indenture of my love.
A nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously; the very ice of chastity is in them.
Kiss me, Kate, we shall be married o'Sunday
He says, he loves my daughter; I think so too; for never gaz'd the moon Upon the water, as he'll stand and read, As 'twere, my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain, I think, there is not half a kiss to choose, Who loves another best.
I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, And that's a feeling disputation.
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty.
For they are yet ear-kissing arguments.
O, a kiss Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge! Now, by the jealous queen of heaven, that kiss I carried from thee, dear, and my true lip Hath virgined it e'er since.
If I were a woman I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleased me, complexions that liked me and breaths that I defied not
If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
Is twenty hundred kisses such a trouble?
Why, there's a wench! Come on, and kiss me, Kate.
You kiss by th' book.
And, if you love me, as I think you do, let's kiss and part, for we have much to do
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