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