And yet I should have dearly liked, I own, to have touched her lips;
to have questioned her, that she might have opened them; to have
looked upon the lashes of her downcast eyes, and never raised a blush;
to have let loose waves of hair, an inch of which would be a keepsake
beyond price: in short, I should have liked, I do confess, to have
had the lightest license of a child, and yet been man enough to know
its value.
-- Charles Dickens
