1. celia
Song: To Celia

Drink to me, only, with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kisse but in the cup,
And Ile not look for wine.
The thirst, that from the soule doth rise,
Doth aske a drink divine:
But might I of Jove's Nectar sup,
I would not change for thine....

Poet: Ben Jonson
To Celia

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...

Poet: Ben Jonson
To Celia (Fielding)

I HATE the town and all its ways;

Ridottos, operas, and plays;

The ball, the ring, the mall, the court;

Wherever the beau-monde resort;

Where beauties lie in ambush for folks,

Earl Straffords, and the Duke...

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To Celia. Occasioned by her apprehending her house would be broke open, and having an old fellow to guard it, who sat up all night, with a gun without any ammunition.

CUPID CALLED TO ACCOUNT.


   LAST night, as my unwilling mind

To rest, dear Celia, I resign'd;

For how should I repose enjoy,

While any fears your breast annoy?

Forbid it, heav'n, that I should be...

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