Cupid and My Campasbe

Cupid and my Campasbe 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 lips, the rose

Growing on his cheek, but none knows how;

With them the crystal of his brow,

And then the dimple of his chin.

All these did my Campasbe win.

At last he set her both his eyes;

She won and Cupid blind did rise.

Oh, Love, hath she done this to thee!

What shall, alas, become of me!

John Lyly.