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C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
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Song to Celia

By Ben Jonson (1572–1637)

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 from 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’st it back to me:

Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,

Not of itself, but thee.