''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 hon'ring thee''
As giving it a hope that there
It could not withered be;
But thou thereon did'st only breathe,
And sent'st it back to me,
Since when it grows and smells, I swear
Not of itself, but thee.
I have a room
I wanna be there all alone
I've been waiting for some time just for my own
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