To Celia
Ben Jonson
1572 to 1637
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Not of itself, but thee.
And I'll not look for wine.
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
Not so much honouring thee
Doth ask a drink divine;
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
And I will pledge with mine;
And sent'st it back to me;
It could not withered be.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
But thou thereon didst only breathe,
As giving it a hope, that there
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.