It is delightful to kiss the eyelashes of the beloved—is it not? But never so delightful as when fresh tears are on them.
Landor.
The fragrant infancy of opening flowers flowed to my senses in that opening kiss.
Southern.
Kisses are like grains of gold or silver found upon the ground, of no value themselves, but precious as showing that a mine is near.
George Villiers.