I now think Love is rather deaf than blind,
For else it could not be
That she,
Whom I adore so much, should so slight me
And cast my love behind.
I'm sure my language to her was as sweet,
And every close did meet
In sentence of as subtle feet,
As hath the youngest He
That sits in shadow of Apollo's tree.
O, but my conscious fears,
That fly my thoughts between,
Tell me that she hath seen
My hundred of gray hairs,
Told seven and forty years
Read so much waste, as she cannot embrace
My mountain belly and my rocky face;
And all these through her eyes have stopp'd her ears.
Ben Jonson’s “Song to Celia” is known to millions as “Drink to Me Only With Thine Eyes.” Jonson was educated at the prestigious Westminster School in London. He took up acting, and by 1597 he was writing original plays. Jonson’s first widely acclaimed play, Every Man in His Humour, included William Shakespeare in its cast.
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Poems by Ben Jonson
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More poems by Ben Jonson (35 poems)
- A Sonnet to the Noble Lady, the Lady Mary Wroth
- An Elegy
- An Epitaph on S.P.
- An Ode to Himself
- Cynthia's Revels: Queen and huntress, chaste and fair
- Epicoene, or the Silent Woman: Still to be neat, still to be drest
- Epigrams: On my First Son
- Epitaph on Elizabeth, L. H.
- Inviting a Friend to Supper
- Ode to Himself
- On English Monsieur
- On Gut
- On My First Daughter
- On Playwright
- On Spies
- Slow, Slow, Fresh Fount
- Song to Celia
- Song: To Celia
- Though I Am Young and Cannot Tell
- To Elizabeth, Countess of Rutland
- To Fool or Knave
- To Heaven
- To John Donne
- To Lucy, Countess of Bedford, with John Donne's Satires
- To Penshurst
- To Sir Henry Cary
- To the Immortal Memory and Friendship of That Noble Pair, Sir Lucius Cary and Sir Henry Morison
- To the Memory of My Beloved the Author, Mr. William Shakespeare
- To the Reader
- Volpone: Come my Celia, let us prove