Song: To Celia
By Ben Jonson
Drink to me, only, with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kisse but in the cup, And Ile not look for wine. The thirst, that from the soule doth rise, Doth aske a drink divine: But might I of Jove's Nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee, late, a rosie wreath, Not so much honoring thee, As giving it a hope, that there It could not withered be. But thou thereon did'st onely breathe, And sent'st it back to mee: Since when it growes, and smells, I sweare, Not of it selfe, but thee.
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