Stolen kisses

"Cum flagrantia detorquet ad oscula Cervicem aut facili saevitia negat Quae poscente magis gaudeat eripi, Interdum rapere occupet?"

"My ghostly fader, I me confess, First to God and then to you, That at a window, wot ye how, I stale a kosse of gret swetness, Which don was out avisiness— But it is doon, not undoon, now.My ghostly fader, I me confess, First to God and then to you.But I restore it shall, doutless, Agein, if so be that I mow; And that to God I make a vow, And elles I axe foryefness.My ghostly fader, I me confesse, First to God and then to you."

"Si ne me sceut tant detrayner, Fouler au piez, que ne l'amasse, Et m'eust il fait les rains trayner, Si m'eust dit que je le baisasse, Que tous mes maulx je n'oubliasse. Le glouton, de mal entechié, M'embrassoit…. J'en suis bien plus grasse! Que m'en reste il? Honte et pechié."

"Love guards the roses of thy lips And flies about them like a bee; If I approach he forward skips, And if I kiss he stingeth me."

"Venus, and young Adonis sitting by her, Under a myrtle shade began to woo him: She told the youngling how god Mars did try her, And as he fell to her, so fell she to him. ‘Even thus,’ quoth she, ‘the wanton god embraced me’ (And then she clasped Adonis in her arms); ‘Even thus,’ quoth she, ‘the warlike god unlaced me,’ As if the boy should use like loving charms. But he, a wayward boy, refused her offer, And ran away, the beauteous queen neglecting, Showing both folly to abuse her proffer, And all his sex of cowardice detecting. O that I had my mistress at that bay, To kiss and clip me till I ran away!"

"She shall be dignified with this high honour— To bear my lady's train, lest the base earth Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss And, of so great a favour growing proud, Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower And make rough winter everlastingly."

"So soon was she along, as he was down, Each leaning on their elbows and their hips: Now doth she stroke his cheek, now doth he frown, And ’gins to chide, but soon she stops his lips; And kissing speaks, with lustful language broken, ‘If thou wilt chide, thy lips shall never open.’He burns with bashful shame; she with her tears Doth quench the maiden burning of his cheeks; Then with her windy sighs and golden hairs To fan and blow them dry again she seeks: He saith she is immodest, blames her miss; What follows more she murders with a kiss.Even as an empty eagle, sharp by fast, Tires with her beak on feathers, flesh and bone, Shaking her wings, devouring all in haste, Till either gorge be stuff’d or prey be gone; Even so she kiss’d his brow, his cheek, his chin, And where she ends she doth anew begin."

"Thou art no man, though of a man’s complexion, For men will kiss even by their own direction.’"

"Rich preys make true men thieves; so do thy lips Make modest Dian cloudy and forlorn, Lest she should steal a kiss and die forsworn."

"More honourable state, more courtship lives In carrion flies than Romeo. They may seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet’s hand And steal immortal blessing from her lips; Who, even in pure and vestal modesty, Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin."

"Now gentle sleep hath closèd up those eyes, Which waking kept my boldest thoughts in awe, And free access unto that sweet lip lies From whence I long the rosy breath to draw. Methinks no wrong it were if I should steal, From those two melting rubies, one poor kiss. None sees the theft that would the thief reveal, Nor rob I her of aught which she can miss. Nay, should I twenty kisses take away, There would be little sign I had done so. Why then should I this robbery delay? Oh, she may wake, and therewith angry grow. Well, if she do, I’ll back restore that one, And twenty hundred thousand more for loan."

"Now let us kiss. Would you be gone? Manners at least allows me one. Blush you at this? pretty one, stay, And I will take that kiss away. Thus with a second, and that too A third wipes off; so will we go To numbers that the stars outrun, And all the atoms in the sun."

"How does my love pass the long day? Does Mary not tend a few sheep? Do they never carelessly stray While happily she lies asleep? Should Tweed’s murmurs lull her to rest, Kind nature indulging my bliss, To ease the soft pains of my breast I’d steal an ambrosial kiss."

"The kiss, snatch’d hasty from the sidelong maid, On purpose guardless, or pretending sleep:"

"Stolen sweets are always sweeter, Stolen kisses much completer, Stolen looks are nice in chapels, Stolen, stolen, be your apples."

"Aim as certain not to miss; Take her as thou would’st a kiss!"

"‘I saw you take his kiss!’ ‘’Tis true.’ ‘O, modesty!’ ‘’Twas strictly kept: ‘He thought me asleep; at least, I knew ‘He thought I thought he thought I slept.’"

"She accepted these terms, and slid off on the near side, though not till he had stolen a cursory kiss."

"If I steal a kiss, dear, I'll surely return it someday If I steal your dreams, dear, I'll bring them back some way."