And Steal immortal blessings from her lips; who,even in pure and vestal modesty, still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin.

Kiss till the cows come home.

But is there nothing else, That we may do but only walk? Methinks Brothers and sisters lawfully may kiss.

Jenny, she's aw weet, peer body, Jenny's like to cry; For she hes weet her petticoats In gangin' thro' the rye, Peer body.

People who throw kisses are mighty, hopelessly lazy.

Kisses honeyed by oblivion.