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 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 Campaspe win.
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?
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Poem: Cupid and Campaspe.John Lyly
I'm twenty-seven,
she's seventeen.
"Blind Cupid,
lame Cupid,
both blind and lame Cupid
said, Love this girl,"Nazim Hikmet
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.William Shakespeare
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
William Shakespeare
Oh, I think it was like when, you know, Cupid throws an arrow and hits you. First, there was this Mexican band, dressed up with bows and arrows. They were playing some funky weird music,, I didn't know it yet, but it was like Lee Perry, George Clinton, and Sun Ra mixed up, Mexican funky.
Carlos Santana
Cupid draw back your bow
And let your arrow go
Straight to my lover's heart for me
For me...
Cupid please hear my cry
And let your arrow fly
Straight to my lover's heart for me.Sam Cooke
Lyly, John
Lynd, Robert Wilson
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