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|
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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?
O For a Bowle of fatt Canary,
Rich Palermo, sparkling Sherry,
Some Nectar else, from Iuno's Daiery,
O these draughts would make vs merry.
O for a wench, (I deale in faces,
And in other dayntier things,)