William Shakespeare Kissing Quotations

Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.

Marry, sir, they praise me and make an ass of me. Now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass; so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself, any by my friends I am abused; so that, conclusions to be as kisses, if your four negatives make your two affirmatives, why then, the worse for my friends, and the better for my foes.

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume

They may seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand And steal immortal blessing from her lips, Who, even in pure and vestal modesty, Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin.

My prophecy is but half his journey yet, For yonder walls, that pertly front your town, Yon towers, whose wanton tops do buss the clouds, Must kiss their own feet.

Very good orators, when they are out, they will spit; and for lovers, lacking--God warn us!--matter, the cleanliest shift is to kiss.

For they are yet ear-kissing arguments.

How wayward is this foolish love that, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse and presently, all humble, kiss the rod.

A nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously; the very ice of chastity is in them.

Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty.

Kiss me, Kate, we shall be married o'Sunday

He took the bride about the neck and kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack that at the parting all the church did echo.

I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, And that's a feeling disputation.

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.

Upon thy cheek I lay this zealous kiss, as seal to the indenture of my love.

I can express no kinder sign of love, than this kind kiss.

thus with a kiss I die

A thousand kisses buys my heart from me; And pay them at thy leisure, one by one.

Some there be that shadows kiss; Such have but a shadow's bliss.

I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.

And, if you love me, as I think you do, let's kiss and part, for we have much to do

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!

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...

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty.

the fire seven times tried this; seven times tried that judgement is that did never choose amiss some there be that shadows kiss; such have but a shadows bliss, there be fool alive, i wis silverd o'er, and so was this Take what wife you will to bed I will ever be your head. So be gone; you are sped.

O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. 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!

I dreamt my lady came and found me dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And breathed such life with kisses in my lips That I revived and was an emperor.

Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.

Full many a glorious morn I have seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy...

I...Kisss the tender inward of thy hand.

You kiss by th' book.

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.

Why, there's a wench! Come on, and kiss me, Kate.

Is twenty hundred kisses such a trouble?

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.

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

Were kisses all the joys in bed, One woman would another wed.

whats here a cup closed in my true loves hand poisin i see hath been his timeless end. oh churl drunk all and left no friendly drop to help me after. i will kiss thy lips some poisin doth hang on them, to help me die with a restorative. thy lips are warm. yea noise then ill be brief oh happy dagger this is thy sheath. there rust and let me die.

O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.