To Celia
Ben Jonson
1572 to 1637
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Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but the cup,
And I’ll not look for wine.
thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth a drink divine;
But might I of Jove’s nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
I sent late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honouring
As giving it a hope, that there
It not withered be.
But thou thereon didst only breathe,
And sent’st it back to me;
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
Not of itself, but thee.