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 of Jove's nectar sip,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much hon'ring thee.
As giving it a hope that there
It could not wither'd 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.
The Scottish Students Songbook; Pub.Bayley & Ferguson.
Words by Ben Jonson (1572-1637). The words were first published after March, 1616, in the poem To Celia in a collection of poems by Jonson called The Forrest, included in The Workes of Benjamin Jonson.
The Origin of tune is unknown.