Sonnet 48
Cupid, I hate thee, which I'de haue thee know, A naked Starueling euer may'st thou be, Poore Rogue, goe pawne thy Fascia and thy Bow, For some few Ragges, wherewith to couer thee; Or if thou'lt not, thy Archerie forbeare, To some base Rustick doe thy selfe preferre, And when Corne's sowne, or growne into the Eare, Practise thy Quiuer, and turne Crow-keeper; Or being Blind (as fittest for the Trade) Goe hyre thy selfe some bungling Harpers Boy; They that are blind, are Minstrels often made, So may'st thou liue, to thy faire Mothers Ioy: That whilst with MARS she holdeth her old way, Thou, her Blind Sonne, may'st sit by them, and play.
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"Cupid, I hate thee, which I'de haue thee know,..."
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