Song: To Celia / Ben Jonson

Song: To Celia
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_HKeUK4tVMo

Drink 1 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.