[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.