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  Song to Celia

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 honoring thee
As giving it a hope that there
     It could not withered be;
But thou thereon didst only breathe
     And sent it back to me;
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
     Not of itself, but thee.


By: Ben Jonson

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