Sonnet Xlviii: Cupid, I Hate Thee Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDDDDEFEFGG

Cupid I hate thee which I'd have thee knowA
A naked starveling ever may'st thou beB
Poor rogue go pawn thy fascia and thy bowC
For some few rags wherewith to cover theeB
Or if thou'lt not thy archery forbearD
To some base rustic do thyself preferD
And when corn's sown or grown into the earD
Practise thy quiver and turn crow keeperD
Or being blind as fittest for the tradeE
Go hire thyself some bungling harper's boyF
They that are blind are often minstrels madeE
So may'st thou live to thy fair mother's joyF
That whilst with Mars she holdeth her old wayG
Thou her blind son may'st sit by them and playG

Michael Drayton



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