Drink to me only with thine eyes,

And I will pledge with mine;

Or leave a kiss but in the cup,

And I 'll not look for wine.

Ben Jonson (1573-1637): The Forest. To Celia.

O love! O fire! once he drew

With one long kiss my whole soul through

My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): Fatima. Stanza 3.

She stood breast-high amid the corn

Clasp'd by the golden light of morn,

Like the sweetheart of the sun,

Who many a glowing kiss had won.

Thomas Hood (1798-1845): Ruth.

Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,

And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?

Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss!

Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies!

Christopher Marlowe (1565-1593): Faustus.

A long, long kiss,—a kiss of youth and love.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Don Juan. Canto ii. Stanza 186.

Be plain in dress, and sober in your diet;

In short, my deary, kiss me, and be quiet.

Lady Mary Wortley Montagu (1690-1762): A Summary of Lord Lyttelton's Advice.

Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.

A long, long kiss,—a kiss of youth and love.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Don Juan. Canto ii. Stanza 186.

One kind kiss before we part,

Drop a tear and bid adieu;

Though we sever, my fond heart

Till we meet shall pant for you.

Robert Dodsley (1703-1764): The Parting Kiss.

Not she with trait'rous kiss her Saviour stung,

Not she denied him with unholy tongue;

She, while apostles shrank, could danger brave,

Last at his cross and earliest at his grave.

Eaton S. Barrett (1785-1820): Woman, Part i. (ed. 1822).

The kiss, snatch'd hasty from the sidelong maid.

James Thomson (1700-1748): The Seasons. Winter. Line 625.

Who ran to help me when I fell,

And would some pretty story tell,

Or kiss the place to make it well?

My mother.

Jane Taylor (1783-1824): My Mother.

Kiss till the cow comes home.

Beaumont And Fletcher: Scornful Lady. Act iii. Sc. 1.

He makes sweet music with th' enamell'd stones,

Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge

He overtaketh in his pilgrimage.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 7.

On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore

Which Jews might kiss, and infidels adore.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): The Rape of the Lock. Canto ii. Line 7.