APELLES' SONG. CUPID and my Campaspe 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 lip, 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 to thee ? What shall, alas ! become of me ? |
Schelling, Felix E., Ed. A Book of Elizabethan Lyrics.
Boston: Ginn and Company, 1895. 19.
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