See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!O that I were a glove upon that hand,That I might touch that cheek!

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.
O, that I were a glove upon that hand
That I might touch that cheek!

Iron hand in a velvet glove.

A pure hand needs no glove to cover it.

The deal fits Nokia's strategy hand-in-glove.

Fie, fie upon her!There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip,Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look outAt every joint and motive of her body.