CUPID and my Campaspe play'd <br />At cards for kisses--Cupid paid: <br />He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, <br />His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; <br />Loses them too; then down he throws <br />The coral of his lips, the rose <br />Growing on 's cheek (but none knows how); <br />With these, the crystal of his brow, <br />And then the dimple of his chin: <br />All these did my Campaspe win. <br />At last he set her both his eyes-- <br />She won, and Cupid blind did rise. <br /> O Love! has she done this for thee? <br /> What shall, alas! become of me?<br /><br />John Lyly<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cards-and-kisses/
