The literature of kissing : $b gleaned from history, poetry, fiction, and anecdoteBombaugh, Charles C. (Charles Carroll)
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The literature of kissing : $b gleaned from history, poetry, fiction, and anecdote
Bombaugh, Charles C. (Charles Carroll)
Kissing
These violent delights have violent ends,
And in their triumph die! like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume.
_Romeo and Juliet_, ii. 6.
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They may seize
On the white wonder of dear Juliet’s hand,
And steal immortal blessings from her lips;
Who, even in pure and vestal modesty,
Still blush as thinking their own kisses sin.
_Romeo and Juliet_, iii. 3.
* * * * *
_Romeo._ Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss,
A dateless bargain to engrossing death.
_Romeo and Juliet_, v. 3.
* * * * *
_Juliet._ Drink all, and leave no friendly drop,
To help me after?—I will kiss thy lips;
Haply, some poison yet doth hang on them,
To make me die with a restorative.
_Romeo and Juliet_, v. 3.
* * * * *
Alas, poor Yorick!... Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not
how oft.
_Hamlet_, v. 1.
* * * * *
_Iago._ Very good; well kissed! an excellent courtesy.
_Othello_, ii. 1.
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_Emilia._ This was her first remembrance[27] from the Moor.
My wayward husband hath a hundred times
Wooed me to steal it; but she so loves the token,
That she reserves it evermore about her,
To kiss, and talk to.
_Othello_, iii. 3.
* * * * *
_Othello._ I found not Cassio’s kisses on her lips;
He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen,
Let him not know it, and he’s not robbed at all.
_Othello_, iii. 3.
* * * * *
_Iago._ One of this kind is Cassio:
In sleep I heard him say, “Sweet Desdemona,
Let us be wary, let us hide our loves!”
And then, sir, would he gripe, and wring my hand,
Cry, “Oh, sweet creature!” and then kiss me hard,
As if he plucked up kisses by the roots,
That grew upon my lips.
_Othello_, iii. 3.
* * * * *
_Othello._ I kissed thee ere I killed thee,—no way but this,
Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.
_Othello_, v. 2.
BEN JONSON.
Their lips were sealed with kisses, and the voice,
Drowned in a flood of joy at their arrival,
Had lost her motion, state, and faculty.
_Every Man in his Humor_, iii. 3.
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Oh, sweet Fastidious! Oh, fine courtier! How comely he bows him in his
courtesy! how full he hits a woman between the lips when he kisses!
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