345b 345b 345b 345d 345d 456b 345d Drink to me on- ly with 345b 234d 345b thine eyes 345d 456b 234b 45d 345b 234d 234b And I will pledge with mine; 345b 345b 345b 345d 345d 456b 345d Or leave a kiss with- in 345b 234d 345b the cup 345d 456b 234b 45b 345b 234d 234b And I'll not ask for wine. 456b 456b 345b 456b 567b 456b The thirst that from the 456b 345b 456b 456b soul doth rise 456b 56d 456b 456b 345d 345b 345b Doth ask a drink di- vine; 234d 345b 345b 345b 345d 345d 456b But might I of Jove's nec- 345d 345b 234d 345b tar sup 345d 456b 234b 45d 345b 234d 234b 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!