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...
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See the chariot at hand here of Love, |
It was a beauty that I saw,— |
O, Do not wanton with those eyes, O, be not angry with those fires, |
[Wither’s Song, or “Sonnet,” appeared first in his “Fidelia” in 1615, and later with some changes in “Fair Virtue,” 1622. Jonson’s parody, here given, came out in a Collection of Verses, in 1620.] SHALL I mine affections slack, |
IT is not growing like a tree |
This figure, 1 that thou here seest put, |
To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, |
From “Epicœne; or, the Silent Woman,” Act I. Sc. 1. STILL to be neat, still to be drest, |
See the chariot at hand here of Love! |