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                                    TO CELIA

                                 by Ben Jonson








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                            TO CELIA
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            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.
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            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!
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                             THE END