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Ben Jonson - Song to Celia II
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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.
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