Bess the gawkie, or, Jamie slighted (1802)/The thirsty lover

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THE THIRSTY LOVER.

Drink to me only with thine,
and I'll pledge thee with mine,
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
and I'll not look for wine.

The thirst which in my soul doth rise,
does ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove’s Nectar sip,
I wou’d not change for thine.

I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
not so much honouring thee;
And giving it a hope that there,
it could not wither’d be.

But thou therein did only breathe,
and sent it back to me;
Since when, it looks and smells, I swear,
not of itself but thee.

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Printed by J. & M. Robertson, Saltmarket, 1802.