Cupid and My Campaspe Played. 
By Lyly, John. 


Cupid and my Campaspe played
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?