What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: the sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.

Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg, Which is as white and hairless as an egg.

I dare not ask a kiss; I dare not beg a smile; Lest having that or this, I might grow proud the while. No, no, the utmost share Of my desire shall be Only to kiss that air, That lately kissed thee.

Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score: Then to that twenty, add a hundred more.