John Lyly Poems
|3.||What Bird So Sings, Yet So Does Wail?||1/3/2003|
|4.||Oh, For A Bowl Of Fat Canary||1/3/2003|
|5.||Cards And Kisses||1/4/2003|
|8.||Vulcan's Song: In Making Of The Arrows||1/3/2003|
|14.||A Song Of Daphne To The Lute||1/3/2003|
|17.||Cupid And My Campaspe||1/3/2003|
Cupid And My Campaspe
Cupid and my Campaspe played
At cards for kisses;
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?
O 'tis the ravish'd 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;
Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings,
The morn not waking till she sings.
Hark, hark, with what a pretty throat