| Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875. |
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| B. Jonson |
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| XC. To Celia |
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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 | 5 |
| 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 | 10 |
| 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, | 15 |
| Not of itself but thee! | |
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