Esther M. Zimmer Lederberg
John Lyly Poem: 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 dimple on his chin;
All these did my Campaspe win:
And lase he set her both his eyes -
She won, and Cupid blinde did rise.
O Love! has she done this to thee?
What shall, alas! become of me?
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