1. To Cecilia To Cecilia

2. Drink to me With Only Thine Eyes And I Will Pledge With Mine…

3. Or leave a kiss but in a cup

4. & I’ll Not Look For wine

5. The thirst that from the soul doth Doth ask a drink divine rise

6. But might I of Jove’s nectar sup I would not change for thine.

7. I sent thee late a rosy wreath Not so much honouring thee

8. As giving it a hope that there It could not wither’d be Hope

9. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me;

10. Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee! The End