“Leave a Kiss but in the Cup”

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 honoring thee,
As giving it a hope, that there
It could not withered be.
But thou thereon did'st only breathe,
And sent'st it back to me;
Since when it grows and smells, I swear,
Not of itself, but thee.

- Ben Jonson, 'Song: To Celia (II)'

Leave a Kiss but in the Cup Roselike Flower Florescence Closeup copyright 11 May 2017 IMG_0122 (4)


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