My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready standTo smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. (p. 23)
On ev’ry rose-bud that around him blow’d,A thousand nectar’d Kisses she bestow’d.”Furthermore, says “Thus, by her lips unnumber’d roses press’d,Kisses, unfolding in sweet bloom, confess’d;And, flush’d with rapture at each new-born kiss,She felt her swelling soul o’erwhelm’d in bliss.” (p. 7)
At that I made to answer; but she stoppedMy mouth with many kisses for a space. I kissed her tender eyelids when they dropped,That could not hide the longing in her face. (p 87)
The kiss was, in process of time, used generally as a form of salutation in Rome where men testified their regard and the warmth of their welcome for each other chiefly by the number of their kisses. (p. 2)