Ben Jonson - Song to Celia 汉译

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And I will pledge with mine;

Or leave a kiss but in the cup,

And I’ll not took 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 honoring thee

As giving it a hope ,that thee

It could not wither’d 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.