Cupid and Campaspe / John Lyly

Cupid and my Campaspe play'd
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 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 to thee? What shall (alas!) become of me?