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Drink to Me Only with Thine Eyes

Colonel Mellish
Text by Ben Jonson
arr. Richard Cumming
Published: Boosey & Hawkes, Inc.

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 hon’ring 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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