John Lyly. Circa 1553-1601

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?

Cupid and Campaspe. Act iii. Sc. 5.

How at heaven's gates she claps her wings,

The morne not waking til she sings.[32:1]

Cupid and Campaspe. Act v. Sc. 1.

Be valyaunt, but not too venturous. Let thy attyre bee comely, but not costly.[32:2]

Euphues, 1579 (Arber's reprint), page 39.

Though the Camomill, the more it is trodden and pressed downe the more it spreadeth.[32:3]

Euphues, 1579 (Arber's reprint), page 46.

The finest edge is made with the blunt whetstone.

Euphues, 1579 (Arber's reprint), page 47.

I cast before the Moone.[32:4]

Euphues, 1579 (Arber's reprint), page 78.

It seems to me (said she) that you are in some brown study.[32:5]

Euphues, 1579 (Arber's reprint), page 80.

The soft droppes of rain perce the hard marble;[32:6] many strokes overthrow the tallest oaks.[32:7]

Euphues, 1579 (Arber's reprint), page 81.

He reckoneth without his Hostesse.[32:8] Love knoweth no lawes.

Euphues, 1579 (Arber's reprint), page 84.

Did not Jupiter transforme himselfe into the shape of Amphitrio to embrace Alcmæna; into the form of a swan to enjoy Leda; into a Bull to beguile Io; into a showre of gold to win Danae?[32:9]

Euphues, 1579 (Arber's reprint), page 93.

Lette me stande to the maine chance.[33:1]

Euphues, 1579 (Arber's reprint), page 104.

I mean not to run with the Hare and holde with the Hounde.[33:2]

Euphues, 1579 (Arber's reprint), page 107.

It is a world to see.[33:3]

Euphues, 1579 (Arber's reprint), page 116.

There can no great smoke arise, but there must be some fire.[33:4]

Euphues and his Euphœbus, page 153.

A clere conscience is a sure carde.[33:5]

Euphues, page 207.

As lyke as one pease is to another.

Euphues, page 215.

Goe to bed with the Lambe, and rise with the Larke.[33:6]

Euphues and his England, page 229.

A comely olde man as busie as a bee.

Euphues and his England, page 252.

Maydens, be they never so foolyshe, yet beeing fayre they are commonly fortunate.

Euphues and his England, page 279.

Where the streame runneth smoothest, the water is deepest.[33:7]

Euphues and his England, page 287.

Your eyes are so sharpe that you cannot onely looke through a Milstone, but cleane through the minde.

Euphues and his England, page 289.

I am glad that my Adonis hath a sweete tooth in his head.

Euphues and his England, page 308.

A Rose is sweeter in the budde than full blowne.[33:8]

Euphues and his England, page 314.