More inspiration...and a rather insidious mind-worm melody, too. Here are
Johnny Cash's version,
Aretha Franklin's, and
this overly-syrupy but otherwise very nice a cappella jazz arrangement. (Note that most singers get the words wrong.)
Ben Jonson (1572-1637)
Song: To Celia
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 thereon didst only breathe
...And sent'st it back to me;
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
...Not of itself, but thee.