Cupid and Campaspe
John Lyly · 1584
Public domain
From The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave. John Lyly. The text is free of copyright in the United States. This copy is the poem, without the Project Gutenberg header.
Cupid and my Campaspe play'd
At cards for kisses; Cupid paid:
He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows,
His mother's doves, and team of sparrows;
Loses them too; then down he throws
The coral of his lip, the rose
Growing on's cheek (but none knows how);
With these, the crystal of his brow,
And then the dimple on his chin;
All these did my Campaspe win:
At last he set her both his eyes--
She won, and Cupid blind did rise.
O Love! has she done this to thee?
What shall, alas! become of me?