A Book of old English love songs A Book of old English love songs . UPID and my Campaspe playdAt cards for kisses; Cupid paid:He stakes his quiver, bow, andarrows,His mothers doves, and team of spar-rows ;Loses them too; then down he throwsThe coral of his lip, the roseGrowing ons 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:And last he set her both his eyes —She won, and Cupid blind did Love, has she done this to thee ?What shall, alas! become of me ? —John Lyly. [«3]

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