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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
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        5
  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        10
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,        15
  Not of itself, but thee.
 
 
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