Song to Celia
Ben Jonson (1572 –1637)
Drinke to me, onely, with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kisse but in the cup,
And Ile not looke for wine.
The thirst, that from the soule doth rise,
Doth aske a drinke divine:
But might I of Jove’s Nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.I sent thee, late, a rosie wreath,
Not so much honoring thee,
As giving it a hope, that there
It could not withered bee.
But thou there on did’st onely breath,
And sent’st it back to mee:
Since when it growes, and smells, I sweare,
Not of it selfe, but thee.
给希莉亚的歌
向我举杯吧，哪怕只看我一眼
而我也将满怀真心肃穆
或许你轻吻了那杯沿
而我便会视杯中如无物
干渴，从灵魂中升起
它如此希求那一杯玉露
但即使用神主的佳酿
我也不愿用你的杯换取
前日我赠你一圈，玫瑰的花环
可那与其说增加了你的光明
不如说是赋予鲜花一种希望
在你身边，它永不凋零
但你仅仅是轻嗅了一口
就将它送还给了我
从那时起它继续生长留香，而我确信
那美丽和芬芳不再属于它，而是你
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