Drink to me only with thine eyes | |
| 1. Drink to me only with thine eyes, | 2. I sent thee late a rosy wreath |
| and I will pledge with mine, | not so much hon'ring thee |
| or leave a kiss but in the cup | as giving it a hope that there |
| and I'll not look for wine. | it could not withered be. |
| The thirst that from the soul doth rise | But thou thereon didst only breathe |
| doth ask a drink divine. | and send'st it back to me, |
| But might I of Jove's nectar sup, | since when it grows and smells, I swear, |
| I would not change for thine. | not of itself but thee. |
