From the Greek of Philostratus
From “The Forest”
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...

Poet: Ben Jonson

From “The Vision of Delight”
BREAK, Fantasy, from thy cave of cloud,
  And spread thy purple wings,
Now all thy figures are allowed,
  And various shapes of things;
Create of airy forms a stream,
It must have blood, and naught of phlegm;
And...

Poet: Ben Jonson