The literature of kissing

by Charles C. Bombaugh

Leontes. You are married?

Florizel. We are not, sir, nor are we like to be;

The stars, I see, will kiss the valleys first.

Winter’s Tale, v. 1.

Perdita. Do not say ’tis superstition that

I kneel, and then implore her blessing. Lady,

Dear queen, that ended when I but began;

Give me that hand of yours to kiss.

Paulina. Oh, patience;