Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocott’s 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 Dodsley’s Coll. of Old Plays, Vol. X. p. 26.]

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.