Ben Jonson: Song to Celia

William-Adolphe Bouguereau, Bacchante (1894)
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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.

(http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/173729)

(video by harpoldie)

(Ben Jonson)

(Bouguereau)