Kissing Quotes by William Shakespeare

I...Kisss the tender inward of thy hand.

— William Shakespeare

For they are yet ear-kissing arguments.

— William Shakespeare

Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty.

— William Shakespeare

thus with a kiss I die

— William Shakespeare

You kiss by th' book.

— William Shakespeare

Is twenty hundred kisses such a trouble?

— William Shakespeare

Kiss me, Kate, we shall be married o'Sunday

— William Shakespeare

Why, there's a wench! Come on, and kiss me, Kate.

— William Shakespeare

Upon thy cheek I lay this zealous kiss, as seal to the indenture of my love.

— William Shakespeare

I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, And that's a feeling disputation.

— William Shakespeare

O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.

— William Shakespeare

A thousand kisses buys my heart from me; And pay them at thy leisure, one by one.

— William Shakespeare

Some there be that shadows kiss; Such have but a shadow's bliss.

— William Shakespeare

And, if you love me, as I think you do, let's kiss and part, for we have much to do

— William Shakespeare

I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; so full of valor that they smote the air, for breathing in their…

— William Shakespeare

If I were a woman I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleased me, complexions that liked me…

— William Shakespeare

He took the bride about the neck and kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack that at the parting all the…

— William Shakespeare

The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did…

— William Shakespeare

I dreamt my lady came and found me dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And…

— William Shakespeare

O, a kiss Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge! Now, by the jealous queen of heaven, that kiss I carried…

— William Shakespeare

Very good orators, when they are out, they will spit; and for lovers, lacking--God warn us!--matter, the cleanliest shift is to kiss.

— William Shakespeare

I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.

— William Shakespeare

They may seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand And steal immortal blessing from her lips, Who, even in pure…

— William Shakespeare

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest…

— William Shakespeare

Full many a glorious morn I have seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding…

— William Shakespeare

the fire seven times tried this; seven times tried that judgement is that did never choose amiss some there be that shadows…

— William Shakespeare

He says, he loves my daughter; I think so too; for never gaz'd the moon Upon the water, as he'll stand and…

— William Shakespeare

If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand…

— William Shakespeare

O Helena, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in…

— William Shakespeare

“o here will i set of my everlasting rest and shake the yoke of innauspicious stars from this world wearied flesh eyes…

— William Shakespeare

O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low:…

— William Shakespeare

whats here a cup closed in my true loves hand poisin i see hath been his timeless end. oh churl drunk all…

— William Shakespeare

Marry, sir, they praise me and make an ass of me. Now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass; so…

— William Shakespeare

Were kisses all the joys in bed, One woman would another wed.

— William Shakespeare

Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty.

— William Shakespeare

I can express no kinder sign of love, than this kind kiss.

— William Shakespeare

Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.

— William Shakespeare

What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff…

— William Shakespeare

My prophecy is but half his journey yet, For yonder walls, that pertly front your town, Yon towers, whose wanton tops do…

— William Shakespeare

How wayward is this foolish love that, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse and presently, all humble, kiss the rod.

— William Shakespeare