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    Ben Jonson - To Celia


    by poetictouch

    Ben Jonson - To Celia - Read by David Barnes

    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 for thine.

    I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
    Not so much honouring 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.