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John Lyly (1553 – 1606)


English writer, best known for his Euphues (1579).
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John Lyly
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?
Lyly quotes
Though the Camomill, the more it is trodden and pressed downe the more it spreadeth.
Lyly
Rather fast then surfette, rather starue then striue to exceede.




Lyly John quotes
Is it not true which Seneca reporteth, that as too much bending breaketh the bowe, so too much remission spoyleth the minde?
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