“When I kiss Agathon my soul is on my lips, where it comes, poor thing, hoping to cross over.”
“Those sweet lips. My, oh my, I could kiss those lips all night long.Good things come to those who wait.”
“For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.”
“For twas not into my ear you whispered,But into my heart.Twas not my lips you kissed,But my soul.”
“I cross the place where my heart used to be and hope to be even deader than I am now.”
“Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.— Her lips suck forth my soul; see where it flies...”