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.
Since when it growes, and smells, I sweare, Not of it selfe, but thee. strong love...strong hope...lovely
there's a great poem written with same title in my country... this one is really beautiful poem written almost 400 years ago.
I believe that it is used for the matephor of him saying her kiss is better than wine.
Jonson's poetry, like his drama, is informed by his classical learning. Some of his better-known poems are close translations of Greek or Roman models; all display the careful attention to form and style that often came naturally to those trained in classics in the humanist manner.
TWO: I like Love poems very much and this Great Classic poem is very high classified and I wish to Congratulate the great Poet's family for this Classic Poem Of The Day on our PoemHunter
ONE: For the general reader, Jonson's reputation rests on a few lyrics that, though brief, are surpassed for grace and precision by very few Renaissance poems: among others 'On My First Sonne'; 'To Celia'; He is og highest educarion of his time. Marvelous to discover this,5 Stars highest
A beautifully rhymed sonnet.... the intense love is so evident.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sweet poem.... thanks for sharing....