Oh, had the monster seen those lily hands Tremble, like aspen leaves, upon a lute, And make the silken strings delight to kiss them, He would not then have touched them for his life. _Titus Andronicus_, ii. 5. * * * * * Thou know’st this, ’Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss. _Pericles_, i. 2. * * * * * A city on whom plenty held full hand, Whose towers bore heads so high, they kissed the clouds. _Pericles_, i. 4. * * * * * _Gloster._ Oh, let me kiss that hand! _Lear._ Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality. _King Lear_, iv. 6. * * * * * _Cordelia._ Oh, my dear father! Restoration, hang Thy medicine on my lips; and let this kiss Repair those violent harms, that my two sisters Have in thy reverence made. _King Lear_, iv. 7. * * * * * These happy masks that kiss fair ladies’ brows. _Romeo and Juliet_, i. 1. * * * * * And in this state she[24] gallops night by night ... O’er ladies’ lips, who straight on kisses dream; Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are.[25] _Romeo and Juliet_, i. 4. * * * * * _Romeo._ If I profane with my unworthy 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. _Juliet._ Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss. _Romeo._ Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? _Juliet._ Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. _Romeo._ Oh, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. _Juliet._ Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake. _Romeo._ Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take. Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged. (_Kissing her._)[26] _Juliet._ Then have my lips the sin that they have took. _Romeo._ Sin from my lips? Oh, trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again. _Juliet._ You kiss by the book. _Romeo and Juliet_, i. 5. * * * * * Oh that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek! _Romeo and Juliet_, ii. 2. * * * * *