赠西丽亚　　本·琼森　　用你的眼神作酒邀我干杯，　　我定会用同样的酒请你作陪;　　或许只须把你的唇印留在杯中，　　即使无酒我也沉醉。

　　我的灵魂深处确实焦渴，　　想把神圣的美酒品味;　　可是与爱神的神酒相比，　　你的酒无以替换，我更珍贵。

　　我刚刚送你一只花环，　　那些花朵全是玫瑰;　　是表示敬仰更是给你希望，　　让它在你身边永不枯萎;　　可是你仅仅只是嗅闻一下，　　然后随手把它给我退回;　　我断定就是你这起因，　　它从此成活，永远散发香味。

　　Song To Celia　　Ben Jonson　　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 look 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 theron didst only breathe,　　And sent'st it back to me;　　Since when, it grows, and smells, I swear,　　Not of itself, but thee.

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