SONG:  TO CELIA

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


ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Ben Jonson, one of the "Cavalier Poets," was born in 1572 or 1573 
in London.  He was poet and playwrite who met with success in his 
lifetime, being awarded a royal pension in 1616.  Jonson  was the
central figure of a group of writers and thinkers called "the Tribe of 
Ben" who would meet in the "Apollo Room" of the Devil Tavern in London.
He was buried  in Westminster Abbey three days after his death on 
August 6, 1637.