* * * * * Take, oh, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn: But my kisses bring again, Seals of love, but sealed in vain. _Measure for Measure_, ii. 1. * * * * * _Benedict._ Only foul words; and thereupon I will kiss thee. _Beatrice._ Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed. _Much Ado_, v. 2. * * * * * To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Crystal is muddy. Oh, how ripe in show Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow! That pure congealèd white, high Taurus’ snow, Fanned with the eastern wind, turns to a crow When thou hold’st up thy hand: Oh, let me kiss This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss! _Midsummer Night’s Dream_, iii. 2. * * * * * So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not To those fresh morning drops upon the rose, As thy eye-beams, when their fresh rays have smote The night of dew that on my cheeks down flows. _Love’s Labor Lost_, iv. 3. * * * * * Why, this is he That kissed away his hand in courtesy; ——the ladies call him, sweet; The stairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet. _Love’s Labor Lost_, v. 2. * * * * * Why, that’s the lady; all the world desires her; From the four corners of the earth they come, To kiss this shrine, this mortal breathing saint. _Merchant of Venice_, ii. 7. * * * * * Some there be that shadows kiss; Some have but a shadow’s bliss. _Merchant of Venice_, ii. 9. * * * * * 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—— _Merchant of Venice_, v. 1. * * * * * If you be well pleased with this, And hold your fortune for your bliss, Turn you where your lady is, And claim her with a loving kiss. _Merchant of Venice_, iii. 2. * * * * * _Rosalind._ His very hair is of the dissembling color. _Celia._ Something browner than Judas’: marry, his kisses are Judas’ own children. _R._ I’ faith, his hair is of a good color. _C._ An excellent color: your chestnut was ever the only color. _R._ And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the touch of holy bread. _C._ He hath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana: a nun of winter’s sisterhood kisses not more religiously; the very ice of chastity is in them.