Drink to me only with thine eyes
Arranged by Howie Mitchell
Editor’s Note: The following note and lyrics appeared in Vol. 4 No. 4 (Autumn 1978). I condensed Howie Mitchell’s arrangement in TablEdit to include with this issue.
Lyrics
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’ nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honouring thee
As giving it a hope that here
It could not withered be;
But thou thereon didst only breathe,
And sent it back to me;
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
Not of itself but thee!
– Ben Jonson (1573-1637)
Free Music Archive
David Mitchell digitized and shared many of his father’s personal recordings online at the Free Music Archive (freemusicarchive.org), with the permission of the original artists or their descendents.
Listen to Howie Mitchell play “To Celia” (Drink the me only with thine eyes) with Ruth Meyer at bit.ly/drinktome1 and David Mitchell at bit.ly/drinktome2.
Other recordings include: