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- 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?
- What bird so sings, yet so does wail?
- Oh, 'tis the ravished nightingale.
- Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu, she cries,
- And still her woes at midnight rise.
- Brave prick-song! Who is't now we hear?
- None but the lark so shrill and clear;
- How at heaven's gates she claps her wings,
- The morn not waking till she sings.
- Hark, hark, with what a pretty throat
- Poor robin redbreast tunes his note;
- Hark how the jolly cuckoos sing
- Cuckoo, to welcome in the spring,
- Cuckoo, to welcome in the spring.
- John Lyly
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