Drink to Me only with thine eyes and I shall pledge with mine. Or leave a kiss with in the cup and I will not ask for why. The thirst that from the soul doth rise, doth ask a drink devine. Might I ask jo's nector see I would not change for thine. I sent for thee a rosy wreath not so much honorably. A giving a hope that there it could not withered be. But thou there on its stonely breathe and sensed it back to me. Since when it grows and smells I swear not of itself but thee. The thirst that from the soul doth rise doth ask a drink devine, but might I ask jo's nector see I would not change for thine. Drink to me only with thine eyes and I shall pledge with mine, or leave a kiss within the cup and I will not ask for why