To Celia Poem by Ben Jonson

To Celia

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Drinke to me, onely, with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kisse but in the cup,
And Ile not looke for wine.
The thirst, that from the soule doth rise,
Doth aske a drinke divine:
But might I of Jove's Nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee, late, a rosie wreath,
Not so much honoring thee,
As giving it a hope, that there
It could not withered bee.
But thou thereon did'st onely breath,
And sent'st it back to mee:
Since when it growes, and smells, I sweare,
Not of it selfe, but thee.

Ratnakar Mandlik 19 February 2017

A wonderful love song with an intense adoration of the loved one. Thanks for sharing it here.

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Sylvaonyema Uba 19 February 2017

Not of it selfe, but thee Well expressed and communicated. Sylva

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Tom Allport 19 February 2017

a lovely poem about the adoration of ones love.

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Edward Kofi Louis 19 February 2017

Honoring. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Amar Agarwala 19 February 2017

A beautifully rhymed sonnet.... the intense love is so evident.

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Manonton Dalan 19 February 2017

there's a great poem written with same title in my country... this one is really beautiful poem written almost 400 years ago.

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Indira Renganathan 19 February 2017

Since when it growes, and smells, I sweare, Not of it selfe, but thee. strong love...strong hope...lovely

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Bernard F. Asuncion 19 February 2017

Sweet poem.... thanks for sharing....

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Obigod Chidi Cece 19 February 2017

Why leave a kiss but in the cup?

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Mike Folger 19 May 2020

I believe that it is used for the matephor of him saying her kiss is better than wine.

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Ben Jonson

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