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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.

Credit


This poem is in the public domain.

Author


Ben Jonson

Born in 1572, Ben Jonson is regarded as one of the major dramatists and poets of the seventeenth century

Date Published: 1616-01-01

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/song-celia