Graze on my lips, and if those hills are dry, Stray lower where the pleasant fountains lie

If with me you'll fondly stray, / Over the hills and far away.

Romeo: I dreamt a dream tonight.

Mercutio: And so did I.

Romeo: Well, what was yours?

Mercutio: That dreamers often lie.

Eternity was in our lips and eyes,Bliss in our brows bent.

This done he took the bride about the neck - and kiss'd her lips with such a clamorous smack that at the parting, all the church did echo

But when her lips were ready for his pay,He winks, and turns his lips another way.