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?

John Lyly (Circa 1553-1601): Cupid and Campaspe. Act iii. Sc. 5.

And the imperial votaress passed on,

In maiden meditation, fancy-free.

Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell:

It fell upon a little western flower,

Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound,

And maidens call it love-in-idleness.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.

This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid;

Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms,

The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,

Liege of all loiterers and malcontents.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Love's Labour's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;

And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1.

Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim,

When King Cophetua loved the beggar maid!

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 1.