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?