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  • 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 one'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, “Cards And Kisses”