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发 信 人: disk (coffe), 信 区: english
标 题: SONG:TO CELLA
发 信 站: 紫 丁 香
日 期: Sun Apr 13 20:07:56 1997
出 处: 241c03.hit.edu.
Drink to me only with thine eyes
And I will plege 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 mine.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honouring 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.
By Ben Jonson
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