To Celia
Ben Jonson
1572 to 1637
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I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
And I'll not look for wine.
And I will pledge with mine;
Not of itself, but thee.
It could not withered be.
But thou thereon didst only breathe,
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
Not so much honouring thee
As giving it a hope, that there
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
I would not change for thine.
And sent'st it back to me;
Doth ask a drink divine;
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,