DRINK TO ME ONLY WITH THINE EYES
 
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Drink to me only with thine eyes
And I will pledge with mine
Or leave a kiss within the cup
And I'll not ask for wine
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine
But of love's nectar might I sip
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 there on didst only breathe
And sent it back to me
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear
Not of itself but thee.
 
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Written by Ben Jonson - 1616 (to traditional air)
Performed by David S. Bispham (1857-1921)
 
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