To Celia - Ben Jonson

DRINK to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup
And I'll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.

I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honouring thee
As giving it a hope that there
It could not wither'd 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!

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Incompatibilities
Lines To A Movement In Mozart's E-Flat Symphony
The Tree of Song
The Years
Riches
Other Men
Faults
Guilo
Drink To Me Only With Thine Eyes
In a Boat
Shall I Come, Sweet Love?
Lost Footsteps