Cards and Kisses


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 lips, 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 for thee?
      What shall, alas! become of me?


John Lyly.