Looove Poem

Ahem.  "To Celia" by Ben Johnson
Stanza the first:
Drink to me only with thine eyes
And I will pledge with mine.
Or leave a kiss within 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's nectar sip,
I would not change for thine.

Lovely, isn't it?  Unfortunately I can't read it without the sound of a very sour young voice singing in my head.  You see, all I learned about the classics came from cartoons.  This one featured a young owl who had a chance to sing on the radio and he wanted to warble: "I love to singa, about the moona and the junea and the springa...".  But his classically inclined parents forced him to sing "Driiiink to me on-ly wi-ith thine eeeeeeeeyes..." He wasn't happy and sang it very badly.  As you can see this made quite an impression on me.  Warner Bros. Cartoons.  Teaching the classics one owl at a time.

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Warner Bros. Cartoons