Ben Jonson -Song to Celia
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 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. |