Cupid and my Campaspe play'd br At cards for kisses--Cupid paid: br He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, br His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; br Loses them too; then down he throws br The coral of his lip, the rose br Growing on's cheek (but none knows how); br With these, the crystal of his brow, br And then the dimple of his chin: br All these did my Campaspe win. br At last he set her both his eyes, br She won, and Cupid blind did rise.