Soll der Himmel nicht, der mir im Herzen
Steht durch dich, mir blau durch’s Auge blicken?”
Love-kisses are silent like deep affection—
“Passions are likened best to floods and streams:
The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb.”—Raleigh.
True, Petruchio kissed Katrina “with such a clamorous smack, that at the parting all the church did echo”; but his object was not to express his Love, but to tease and tame the shrew. Loud kisses, moreover, might betray the lovers to profane ears, and bring on a fatal attack of Coyness on the girl’s part—
“The greatest sin ’twixt heaven and hell
Is first to kiss and then to tell.”
Love-kisses are passionate and long; for Love is Cupid’s lip-cement—
“Oh, a kiss, long as my exile,