John Lyly[155}-i6o6]Cupid and Campaspe
¶CUPID and my Campaspe play'dAt 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 throwsThe coral of his lip, the roseGrowing 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 w in .At last he set her both his eyes—She won, and Cupid blind did rise.O Love! has she done this for thee?What shall, alas! become of me ?
Spring's Welcome
¶WHAT bird so sings, yet so does wail?O 'tis the ravish'd nightingale.'J ug> i uS> i uS' i ui> tereul' 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 throatPoor robin redbreast tunes his note!Hark how the jolly cuckoos singCuc\oo! to welcome in the spring!Cuc\oo! to welcome in the spring!