…how it felt when we washed our hands together like you showed me. The wonderful sensations of your touch on my hands and then my turn with yours will always linger in my memory.
Romeo and Juliett by William Shakespeare
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o’er my head
As is a winged messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air.