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?