William Shakespeare on Stolen kisses

“Rich preys make true men thieves; so do thy lips   Make modest Dian cloudy and forlorn,   Lest she should steal a kiss and die forsworn.”

“More honourable state, more courtship lives In carrion flies than Romeo. They may seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet’s hand And steal immortal blessing from her lips; Who, even in pure and vestal modesty, Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin.”

“She shall be dignified with this high honour— To bear my lady's train, lest the base earth Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss And, of so great a favour growing proud, Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower And make rough winter everlastingly.”