The Forest Song To Celia - Tim Graham.lrc

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[00:05.490]Drink to me only with thine eyes,
[00:08.490]And I will pledge with mine;
[00:11.000]Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
[00:12.490] And I’ll not look for wine.
[00:15.040]The thirst that from the soul doth rise
[00:18.090] Doth ask a drink divine;
[00:20.000]But might I of Jove’s nectar sup,
[00:22.490]I would not change for thine.
[00:25.490]I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
[00:28.000]Not so much honouring thee
[00:30.090]As giving it a hope, that there
[00:32.000]It could not withered be.
[00:33.090]But thou thereon didst only breathe,
[00:36.000]And sent’st it back to me;
[00:38.090]Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
[00:40.490]Not of itself, but thee.

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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 not change for thine.
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 didst only breathe,
And sent’st it back to me;
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
Not of itself, but thee.