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Song to Celia
Drink to me only with thine eyes
And I ' ll 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 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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