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 his cheek, but none knows how;
With them 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.
Oh, Love, hath she done this to thee!
What shall, alas, become of me!
JOHN LYLY.
A BALLAD FOR A BOY.
Violo Roseboro, one of our good authors, brought to me "A Ballad for a
Boy," saying: "I believe it is one of the poems that every child ought
to know." It is included in this compilation out of respect to her
opinion and also because the boys to whom I have read it said it was
"great," The lesson in it is certainly fine. Men who are true men want
to settle their own disputes by a hand-to-hand fight, but they will
always help each other when a third party or the elements interfere.
Humanity is greater than human interests.
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