Ben Jonson

(11 June 1572 – 6 August 1637 / London / England)

Song To Celia Ii - Poem by Ben Jonson

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.


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  • (1/23/2012 8:13:00 AM)


    This poem makes him the Greatest of all....Salute Signoire (Report) Reply

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