Off to Vegas & Another Poem

Well, we're off to Las Vegas shortly. Don't know about internet access at the hotel (staying at the New Frontier in consideration of the availability of Bingo), but I am taking the computer anyway so we'll see.

Here's another favorite poem, by John Lyly (1554-1606)...


Cupid and my Campaspe

Cupid and my Campaspe play'd
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 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?