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by Ben Jonson 1572-1637 Drink to me, only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss within 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 if Jove’s nectar sup, I would not change forContinue reading “To Celia”