Cards and Kisses

Cupid and my Campasbe 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 lips, 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 Campasbe win.

At last he set her both his eyes—

She won, and Cupid blind did rise.