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Moderation in all things. Not too much of life.
It often lasts too long.
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THE SATURDAY POEM
TO CELIA
Ben Jonson (1572-1637)
Drink to me only with thine eyes
And I will pledge with mine.
Or leave a kiss but in 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.
Ben Jonson (1572-1637)
Drink to me only with thine eyes
And I will pledge with mine.
Or leave a kiss but in 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.
A new poetry blog - AS LONG AS IT RHYMES - begins on Monday.
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