|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!|
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!
Shakespeare.Romeo and Juliet, Act II. Scene 2.
| [Oh, that I were a flea upon that lip!Shirley; The School of Compliments. Oh, that I were a veil upon that face!S. Marmion; The Antiquary, Act II. Scene 1. See Dodsleys Coll. of Old Plays, Vol. X. p. 26.]|| 2|
|On the cold cheek of death smiles and roses are blending,|
And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.
Beattie.The Hermit, Verse 6, last Lines.