Love Poem: To Celia

Love Poem Tessa Saks
To Celia
by Ben Jonson

Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge thee 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 honoring thee,
As giving it a hope, that there
It could not withered be.
But thou thereon did’st only breathe,
And sent’st it back to me;
Since when it grow and smells, I swear,
Not of itself, but thee.

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