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Song to Celia


Drinke to me, onely, with thine eyes,
    And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kisse but in the cup,
    And Ile not looke for wine.
The thirst, that from the soule doth rise,
    Doth aske a drinke divine:
But might I of Jove's Nectar sup,
    I would not change for thine.
I sent thee, late, a rosie wreath,
    Not so much honoring thee,
As giving it a hope, that there
    It could not withered bee.
But thou thereon did'st onely breath,
    And sent'st it back to mee:
Since when it growes, and smells, I sweare,
    Not of it selfe, but thee.

One of my all time favorite Poems, Song to Celia, by Ben Jonson a contemporary of William Shakespear.  I think the first line is really quite nice, Drink to me, only with thine eyes, and I'll pledge with mine.   It's almost a pity people don't speak like that now.



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