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Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury.  1875.
 
J. Lyly
 
LI. Cupid and Campaspe
 
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         5
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:  10
And 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? 
 
 
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