A Book of old English love songs . [59] Co Celfa. RINK to me only with thine eyes,And I will pledge with mine;Or leave a kiss but in the cupAnd Ill not look for thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine;But might I of Joves nectar sup,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 witherd be; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sentst it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee ! — Ben Jonson. [60]

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