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To Celia

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 wither’d 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!

Poem by Ben Jonson

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