Drink to Me Only with Thine Eyes - Ben Jonson 

Drink to me only with thine eyes,

     And I will pledge with mine;

Or leave a kiss within the cup,

     And I'll not ask 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 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.