Cleopatra. Come, then, and take the last warmth of my lips.
...
If she first meet the curlèd Antony,
He’ll make demand of her; and spend that kiss,
Which is my heaven to have.
Antony and Cleopatra, v. 2.
Imogene. Then waved his handkerchief?
Pisanio. And kissed it, madam.
Imogene. Senseless linen! happier therein than I!