CARDS AND KISSES

by: John Lyly (1553-1606)

      UPID 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 lips, the rose
      Growing on's cheek (but none knows how);
      With these, the crystal of his brow,
      And then the dimple of 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 for thee?
      What shall, alas! become of me?

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