Drink to me Only With Thine Eyes
Romantic verses by Ben Jonson

An Elegy

Though beauty be the mark of praise,
And yours of whom I sing, be such,
As not the world can praise too much,
Yet is't your virtue now I raise.

A virtue, like allay, so gone
Throughout your form ;  as though that move,
And draw, and conquer all men's love,
This subjects you to love of one ;

Wherein you triumph yet ;  because
'Tis of yourself, and that you use
The noblest freedom, not to choose
Against or faith, or honour's laws.

But who should less expect from you,
In whom alone Love lives agen ?
By whom he is restored to men ;
And kept, and bred, and brought up true ?

His falling temples you have rear'd,
The wither'd garlands ta'en away ;
His altars kept from the decay
That Envy wished, and Nature feared :

And on them burn so chaste a flame,
With so much loyalty's expense,
As Love t' acquit such excellence,
Is gone himself into your name.

And you are he :  the deity
To whom all lovers are design'd,
That would their better objects find ;
Among which faithful troop am I.

Who, as an offering 1 at your shrine,
Have sung this hymn, and here entreat
One spark of your diviner heat
To light upon a love of mine.

Which, if it kindle not, but scant
Appear, and that to shortest view,
Yet give me leave t' adore in you
What I, in her am grieved to want.
 

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