[00:06.60]Drink to me only with thine eyes[00:11.97]And I will pledge with mine.[00:16.32]Or leave a kiss within the cup[00:22.26]And I'll not ask for wine.[00:30.39]The thirst that from the soul doth rise[00:36.15]Doth ask a drink divine;[00:42.36]But might I of Jove's nectar sip,[00:51.24]I would not change for thine.[00:58.41]I sent thee late a rosy wreath,[00:59.40]Not so much hon'ring thee[01:02.88]As giving it a hope that there[01:03.45]It could not withered be;[01:10.83]But thou thereon did'st only breathe,[01:12.06]And sent'st it back to me,[01:14.85]Since when it grows and smells, I swear[01:18.90]Not of itself, but thee.