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“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 on 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?”
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- play
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- 0.85
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- 2026-07-04
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- 93197aabd1d7dc5b5732514c820dd5d78e045d5af767891f0366fb67af05e23c
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Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 9th ed. (Little, Brown, 1905), public domain
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